Holland Izz - Gyrate x2

{Intro: Holland Izz}
Aye aye aye
Yeah you
I'm talking to you
Bring your ass over here

{Chorus: Holland Izz}
Gyrate gyrate
Make that thang shake
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Go get ratchet
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Take it to the bank
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Call me pappy
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{Verse 1: Holland Izz}
I said ooh ahh
How you do that there
Sit thang up right
Like you using a chair
And I ain't scared
Baby girl
I'm bout it bout it
The way I got my wrist up
It's on autopilot
Now me and you
Is like ying and yang
Better shake that ass
For this price of fame
It ain't chеap
I gotta cook a meal every week
If it wasn't for mе bitch
You wouldn't even eat
You gotta step, hop, move, shake
If you want that guala
Best believe you gotta peep this
Cause I'm top dollar
Baby want a baller
She don't wanna fuck with you
Because you don't own shit

{Chorus: Holland Izz}
Gyrate gyrate
Make that thang shake
Gyrate gyrate
Go get ratchet
Gyrate gyrate
Take it to the bank
Gyrate gyrate
Call me pappy
Gyrate gyrate
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{Verse 2: : 1TakeQuan}
Groove bounce
Wop shake
Must be your birthday
You got all the cake (Got all that ass)
Ain't fucking with no no name
Know you've heard of me
Lick lick you all over (Lick you all over)
Make that thang do swirls
Like you supposed to (Uh huh)
Fucking in the laundry mat
I'ma fold ya (I'ma do that)
I only came for the dough
Bitch I'm homer
Don't say ask why I'm always
Saying bitch
Bitch I'm vulgar (Bitch, bitch)
Rumble in the jungle
I'ma heavyweight (Heavyweight)
Boo bop boo bop
Then you meditate (Pick it up)
Hit it from the back
Fucking up your lace front (Uh huh)
Really bout that action (Uh huh)
Baby I hate stunts (Uh huh)

{Chorus: Holland Izz}
Gyrate gyrate
Make that thang shake
Gyrate gyrate
Go get ratchet
Gyrate gyrate
Take it to the bank
Gyrate gyrate
Call me pappy
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{Verse 3: Dezzie Gee}
I ain't a playa
But I crush a lot
But you might see like
Four or five of my bitches
When you hit the spot
I don't care if I'm getting caught
If I throw her like five something
She gone drop it like it's hot
I just wanna see you gyrate (Gyrate)
Right left, left right
I just love it when it vibrate (Woo)
Your friend driving
And you twerking on the highway
And you don't give a fuck
'Cause it's Friday
Ooh, yeah go crazy
You just want that new Mercedes
Take you shopping
That's a maybe
Small potatoes

{Chorus: Holland Izz}
It's all gravy
Gyrate gyrate
Make that thang shake
Gyrate gyrate
Go get ratchet
Gyrate gyrate
Take it to the bank
Gyrate gyrate
Call me pappy