Let Me See Lyrics

C-Murder - Let Me See Lyrics

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Let Me See Lyrics

(*gun shots & ambulance*)



[Chorus - 4x]

Let me see what you working with, working with

Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl



[C-Murder]

I don't wanna see your eyes, I just wanna see your ass

And I wanna see you make that thang bounce so fast

I got fifteen ones, and fifteen fives

And I wanna see it clap about fifteen times

Sip the crystal, if you want some wine

But pass me the moet, I'm bout to make a poet

Let it bounce, shake it fast, throw them bows, touch your toes

Girl back that thang up, back that thang up

I wanna see you twerk something, hurt something

That's right, show the world, now that's my girl

Bounce left, bounce right, girl you look so tight

Aiight, we can kick it like this all night



[Chorus - 4x]



[C-Murder]

I like em tall, I like em short, I like em bright, I like em dark

To get love, she got to be sitting on dubs

At the club cute face, nice thighs, daddy's eyes

And she looking at me funny, I hope it's not my money

You a big fine woman I can see your tattoos

I should call the police cause you packing one of them tools

Girl you giving me the blues, or should I say blue balls

And you got more junk in your trunk than a U-Haul

Now shake what your mama gave you

I'm so glad that your daddy made you

Strip clubs is the place that pays you

And no I ain't no Captain Save-A

Now take it off, take it off

And let a TRU playa break you off something freak



[Chorus - 4x]



[C-Murder]

Nobody moves, nobody get's hurt

I wanna see the girl with the wet t-shirt

She told me to call her when they play this song

And she'd give me a dance with the g-string on

And she'll let it hang and make it clap and make it clap

Oooh, how I like it when she do it like that

One, my girl, two, show the world

Three, that's my song, four, put your g-strings on



[Chorus - 4x]



Now shake what your mama gave you

You look good and your daddy made you - 2x



Now bounce, let it bounce, bounce what

Let it bounce, bounce huh, let it bounce

Just do the damn thang girl



(*ad-libs*)



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