Tw3rk Dat

Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
That shit hoe
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
That shit hoe
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
That shit hoe
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
Royalty on the beat

Run it back with my friends

Pull up brinx truck with the bands
Duffel bag got a hundred grand
You know I make that money expand
Got them groupies, got them fans
Room full of women, I like romance
Nobody ask you about your mans
Seven shots got you in a trance

Look at me right, step on scene
It's on sight, not talking bout throwing hands
Talking bout throwing bands
In the club, mollied up
She got the moves, I like to dance
Back to the crib, off go her pants

Yeah
She like them drugs
She popped a Xan
Always dress nice, don't need ice
Heart so cold, I'll add it to my drink
Don't need to think, got good instinct
I stay off the streets, beats got me thinkin' heat

Get in the stu, it's time to feast
Money moves with these melodies
She just passed class with them double D's
She the class sleaze with the professor on her knees

Only for one thing, a college degree
Strip at the club, college ain't free
Money the fee
Pay for entry after class or on the stage
She been gettin' it every day
Frat parties make her go insane

Yeah
She at Rowan, got a moanin'
Then I'm going for the night
Next day, she gonna call her sugar daddy
Asking for the flight
Winter break coming up
She wanna go somewhere nice
Cali is the wave
Vaca sounds right too

Twerk,Twerk
Twerk, Twerk
Twerk,Twerk

Yeah Twerk it
Twerk Dat, Twerk Dat
Twerk Dat, Twerk Dat
Twerk Dat, Twerk Dat
Twerk Dat, Yeah

Now in spring semester, class is lit and girls are litter
Come on over after Delta Sigma Theta dinner
Got a right now and one from Zeta Pi Beta
For a study session later
Omega Pi Beta girls got me feeling like a winner

Huh

Packing that heat
She like when I walk wit her strapped in the street
Got her feeling all types of ways
But she like it most when she feel safe
College girls pull the crew for days

All in this to spend daddy's money and to get laid
Now they making money twerking, dancing on the stage
She don't got no car note
No, it's never late
Paid for by the men she never gonna date
In the club getting low for the ones
Yeah

Throwing money just for fun
Spring break coming up
She saving all the ones
Miami is the plan with the girls
Shaking, twerking, drinkin having fun
If a man cross her
You know she going to take him home

Week of freedom, time for you to show off
Get low for me, girl
Why else you in the club
If you ain't turning up
Homie you were just a dub
If you ain't showing cash
Girls ain't showing much

Yeah, go and
Twerk that
Twerk,Twerk
Twerk dat
Yeah, twerk dat

Get low for me, girl
Get low for me, girl
Get low, low

Get low for me



Credits
Writer(s): Dayne Murray
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