Put That Ass To Work
Sexy girl all around the world just shake your hips
And put that ass to work (x4)
When you hear my song, don't just bob along
Girl show me that thong and put that ass to work
We got sir rock and patron on ice,
If you want another shot, then put that ass to work
Sexy girl I can tell you're a rebel,
Low cut skirt, with five inch stilettos
Pink top, piercing with heavy metal,
And you're looking at me like whip cream on yellow
If you, if you, if you wanna go with me
You gotta be a pro indeed
Let me see you shake it til you make it in my phonebook
And maybe I get you naked
Sexy girl all around the world just shake your hips
And put that ass to work (x4)
Don't hurt yourself, imma let you strech
Then shake that booty like it was a sketch
I like you wiggle, when your hips swivel
Looking so good, got my bang on missile
Keepseeker, come and string for you
Meet me in my room, 1422
Let me see you shake it til you make it in my phonebook
And maybe I get you naked
Sexy girl all around the world just shake your hips
And put that ass to work (x4)
Put that ass to work,
Put, put that ass to work! (repeats)
Sexy girl all around the world just shake your hips
And put that ass to work (x2)
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