Twerksum
I don't know how yalls done it but I know yalls done it!
Yea
Aye-aye, Aye aye aye
Look
I told James gimme somethin' I can snap on
I'm finna punch on this bitch like its Capcom
I'm finna punch these niggas like it's wax on
I'm finna fuck on they bitch like the wax off
Niggas can't fuck wit me niggas wack sauce
Need to go look in the mirror and wipe the black off
I can't believe what I'm seeing, I took the yays off
Niggas out here like some clones, like who made yall
It aint even my birthday, I put some cake up
I'm just tryna find a bitch without a lace front
But I'm really lying to you
Ion chase cunts
I just hit blunts
I gotta taste for money, do you want some
Got the bitches cheering for me with the pom poms
Hold on this my favorite part, dun da dun dun
Oh you thought that was a bar nigga? Uh uh
Lemme get back to work
She don't know how to twerk, ion think this gon' work
I hope she got some zans in her purse
Cause I aint tryna remember why I fucked in the 1st
Shit! I be dangling like guns in Morant hands
Niggas tryna go to war, look like Ant Man
Throw a stack in the club, bitch do a handstand
You better shake it til' they call the fuckin' ambulance
You wanna twerksum baby then twerk
You wanna worksum baby then work
You wanna twerksum baby then twerk
You wanna worksum baby then work
You gotta twerksum baby now work
You gotta twerksum baby now work
You gotta twerksum baby better
You better
You better
You better shake until that ass fall off ya body bitch
I ain't Roddy Ricch, but I'm Prada rich
I got a bag of molly, do you wanna party bitch?
I gave her nose candy, now she ain't got no panties
Imma hoochie daddy
Imma smooth muthafucka out her sellin' coochie
Drip hard like Biggie sweating in the Coogie
Whippin' ass out here, bitch I think I'm Pootie
Got the twisties in my head 'cause I feel like Coolie
I ain't gon' lie
Ion wanna fuck
I just want a cut
I gotchu' just like you got me bitch wassup?
Nevermind taking too long, time up
I'm tryna dime up get in place line up
Gotta climb up 'cause the T's buying up
You Gotta work
If you want some money baby you gon' have to twerk it
You gon have to twerk
Twerksum baby now twerk
Worksum baby now work
Twerksum baby now twerk
Worksum baby now work
Twerksum baby gotta twerk
Twerksum baby gotta work
Twerksum baby gotta work
Twerksum you better
You better
(Shake that ass)
Shake that body til' ya ass fall off
Yea, yea, yea
Yea
Aye-aye, Aye aye aye
Look
I told James gimme somethin' I can snap on
I'm finna punch on this bitch like its Capcom
I'm finna punch these niggas like it's wax on
I'm finna fuck on they bitch like the wax off
Niggas can't fuck wit me niggas wack sauce
Need to go look in the mirror and wipe the black off
I can't believe what I'm seeing, I took the yays off
Niggas out here like some clones, like who made yall
It aint even my birthday, I put some cake up
I'm just tryna find a bitch without a lace front
But I'm really lying to you
Ion chase cunts
I just hit blunts
I gotta taste for money, do you want some
Got the bitches cheering for me with the pom poms
Hold on this my favorite part, dun da dun dun
Oh you thought that was a bar nigga? Uh uh
Lemme get back to work
She don't know how to twerk, ion think this gon' work
I hope she got some zans in her purse
Cause I aint tryna remember why I fucked in the 1st
Shit! I be dangling like guns in Morant hands
Niggas tryna go to war, look like Ant Man
Throw a stack in the club, bitch do a handstand
You better shake it til' they call the fuckin' ambulance
You wanna twerksum baby then twerk
You wanna worksum baby then work
You wanna twerksum baby then twerk
You wanna worksum baby then work
You gotta twerksum baby now work
You gotta twerksum baby now work
You gotta twerksum baby better
You better
You better
You better shake until that ass fall off ya body bitch
I ain't Roddy Ricch, but I'm Prada rich
I got a bag of molly, do you wanna party bitch?
I gave her nose candy, now she ain't got no panties
Imma hoochie daddy
Imma smooth muthafucka out her sellin' coochie
Drip hard like Biggie sweating in the Coogie
Whippin' ass out here, bitch I think I'm Pootie
Got the twisties in my head 'cause I feel like Coolie
I ain't gon' lie
Ion wanna fuck
I just want a cut
I gotchu' just like you got me bitch wassup?
Nevermind taking too long, time up
I'm tryna dime up get in place line up
Gotta climb up 'cause the T's buying up
You Gotta work
If you want some money baby you gon' have to twerk it
You gon have to twerk
Twerksum baby now twerk
Worksum baby now work
Twerksum baby now twerk
Worksum baby now work
Twerksum baby gotta twerk
Twerksum baby gotta work
Twerksum baby gotta work
Twerksum you better
You better
(Shake that ass)
Shake that body til' ya ass fall off
Yea, yea, yea
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Writer(s): Babajide Bamiduro
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