Twista - Hit The Floor Lyrics

Writer(s) : Crooms, Michael Antoine / Perez, Armando / Mitchell, Carl Terrell
Artist: Twista Lyrics
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Album: Track 15 on The Day After
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Yeah we goin' take it from the bottom to the windy city
Miami's finest, Chi Town's finest
Pitbull, Twista
And we want all the women to

Boogie boogie boogie (go ahead baby)
Boogie boogie boogie

[Chorus]
Get down hit the floor

[Repeat: x4]
Dile ponme la hay que te la voy a partir

Shake it shake it fo me
Come and work it for me
Shawty but don't break it for me
Wiggle wiggle want you

Come on and get naked for me
Say you like the ****
Wont you come and take it from me
Goin' twirk it for me while I let the **** slide

Pop it fo me mama show me you know how to ride
Now stop runnin' from me
Go and hold that fatty up
Now let me beat up until you say you've had enough

Pitbull and twista shawty
Show me how you work that work that
Got to the flo' but don't hurt that hurt that
Take you with me if you can show me how you do that

Looking so hot and got the hood hollin' ("who dat")
Hit it so hard mamacita
Come and let me inspect yo thigh
Open up because I got a new exercise

I can drop it down pick up the flow
Hit that ***** up with the rythm and go
Get down hit the flo'

[Chorus: x4]

When Pits in the area area
Better check his bank fo direst deposits
Check under yo bed bed
Check yo closet

She don't like bacon?
COOL I'll give her sausage
If it doesn't make sense sense
Don't make dollars dollars

Don't make money money
Don't make profits
Boogie boogie
I just want to give you nook

Noogie noggie
Turn around let me see how you would
Do me Do me
Put it all together that would be a

Boogie Boogie noogie noogie noogie Do Me Do Me
Damn it woman
I'm on the track with twista
So its only right

That I take my words and twist em
Watch how I get up and go
Watch how I switch up the flo
Watch how I do it like

No ones done it befo'
Yes uh Pits a pro
Mami what you frontin' for
Girl do what you do best
Hit the floor

[Chorus: x4]

All the chicks be lovin' Twista when he spittin 'em rhymes
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got **** on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that **** by the (word of mouf)

I sold 350 the first week
The day after I'm coming at you on a smurf beat
Becuase he got the base to hit you on the head like a 4 by 4
Now back it up for me I'm beggin' shawty Por favor

Go and get the other lane
Let me show you how to jack it
Ain't no like nothin' a brother
You goin' like it when I smack it

Got you in the fantasy
I hope no **** pop off
While we grindin' and I'm trying
To get my rocks off

Hope them haters don't coma at me thinking my blocks off
'Cause we known to get the heaters burnin' like hot sauce
Its all because I gave them baby mamas **** on the low
I tell em
Get down hit da floor

[Chorus]


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