Bad Lucc - Twerk lyrics

[Verse 1: Problem] Well guess who's back in the motherf**ing high With a point 4 four for your motherf**ing mouth Hoes recognize and n***as do too Your girl f** me cause your dick is boo boo So what that sh** do, you really don't know? Be a bunch of paper bro, trust no ho It's silly as v to fall in love with a b**h If I can make her come if I got a big enough chips Four to bounce for, got dick for days Got em wondering, how long, l.a. ballin We getting my pow on Now a n***a looking for some p**y to chal on On so wa**up, I'm with that nasty sh** Pop a pill turning nothin to a nasty trick Tequila in my system and a half of zip For how you bust it like a ma**ive clip, good lord! [Hook] Feel you baby, yeah I'm tryina feel you baby That inside do, tryina put this inside you But first you gotta bend over And just twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, right in my sight [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Hey, how you doin lil mama, let me whisper in your ear Tell you something that you might like to hear Got a s**y lil body and your a** look fat? Hmm, can I hit that? I'ma take it from here then My pimping friend told me I should break her from here then Asked for her name before she opened her mouth I snatched her keys bought a purse and like she taking me out I gotta do it, do it, do it, do it, do it She like the music, I like her She like the music, I like her f** it, we go together, like the weather when I change my mind That boy got the bizz, come to your house ignore the kids Where the f** is the fridge Won't you twerk it for a real and let me do my stuff And if you put that p down let this d go up [Hook]