She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can Far too pretty to be giving it cheap That's why she's making six figures working three days a week Ya she'd even break a promise in the promised

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

Oh! Oh! Oh! (Heartburn) burnin' in my soul (Heartburn) call the fire department (Heartburn) it's out of control Shake it, shake it, shake it, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh Adrenaline rushin' in my body All my power I just can't fight it Doesn't matter how I keep on

Ya' gotta give a little something to a cold dog cat, Finding him a woman who can shake like that, Hottie! She's a hottie! Got a smokin' little body! String bikini and a barbed-wire tat (tattoo) She's a rockin' that cowboy hat ! Hottie! She's a hottie!

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes He's ordinary Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around Too alarmin' now to talk about Take your pictures down and shake it out Don't the best of them bleed it out While the rest of them

You taste what you're made of You might bend till you break 'Cause it's all you can take On your knees, you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad, you get strong Wipe your hands, shake it off Cause when push comes to shove Then you stand, then you

Nothing can shake me from your love, it's true No one can make me feel the things you do Oh no, oh no In this room With the light of the sun in my eyes Can't recall Where I am or what I did last night Though I try and I try

Sexy girl you came to party You and your girlfriends Three's company Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah) Hit your walk, hop to it I'ma show you how a real player do it Girl I don't mind, fun time Oh baby let me see you walk

Jump in the line, shake your body on mine Brra-dong, ba-dong-ba-dong-bong Ba-dong-bong-bong, ba-dong-ba-da-bong-bong Okay, shawty, what's happenin'? (happenin') I'll get behind and you make it wind Shake, shake, shake, senora, shake it left and right

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that