Twerk
(Aww, Aww)
I'm making it twerk
Im in the trap house, all night all right, baby I'm making it twerk (Aww, Aww)
I'm making it twerk
Im in the trap house, all night all right, baby I'm making it twerk (Aww, Aww)
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down (Work)
I'm in the trap house, all night all right, I make it twerk
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down
You ain't getting no real paper, if you can't break all down and split with your team
Nigga claim that he a real sipper, but he ain't sipping purple, he sipping on green
I got the last batch, of the gas bag, for the low
If that ass fat, then ima snatch that, grab your ho
It's a man down
She didn't want to fuck when I was broke, now I'm up, so I treat her like a fan now
Yeah I don't even know who to trust (Know who to trust)
That car is looking to sus', we flooding it, tearing it up
My heart cold ain't sparing no love, give my thanks to the man thats above (Work)
I'm in the trap house, all night all right, I make it twerk
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down
Uh Huh
Yeah, Uh huh
Yeah, Uh huh
I'm making it twerk
Im in the trap house, all night all right, baby I'm making it twerk (Aww, Aww)
I'm making it twerk
Im in the trap house, all night all right, baby I'm making it twerk (Aww, Aww)
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down (Work)
I'm in the trap house, all night all right, I make it twerk
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down
You ain't getting no real paper, if you can't break all down and split with your team
Nigga claim that he a real sipper, but he ain't sipping purple, he sipping on green
I got the last batch, of the gas bag, for the low
If that ass fat, then ima snatch that, grab your ho
It's a man down
She didn't want to fuck when I was broke, now I'm up, so I treat her like a fan now
Yeah I don't even know who to trust (Know who to trust)
That car is looking to sus', we flooding it, tearing it up
My heart cold ain't sparing no love, give my thanks to the man thats above (Work)
I'm in the trap house, all night all right, I make it twerk
I Ain't gon' take no Percocet, double cup filled with the lean or the syrup
I need it right
Lil boy know you ain't getting no dough, fasho, so he better pipe down
Uh Huh
Yeah, Uh huh
Yeah, Uh huh
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Writer(s): Khalil Lewis
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