Lunar - What You Twerkin With lyrics

[Hook: Diz] Girl I gotta know (I gotta know) What you been hiding Cause you got it and it shows (Cause it shows) n***as been smiling Got a tight set of clothes (Whoop! Whoop!) On your body I ain't calling you no ho' (Really though!) (But I really gotta know) What you t**n with What you,, what you t**n with (What you t**n!) What you t**n with What you,, what you t**n with (What you got!) What you t**n with What you,, what you t**n with (Let go, Let go!) What you t**n with (Whoop)! What you,, what you t**n with [Verse 1: Diz] Its getting old watching you tie her down and wanna hold her Honestly, she probably the farthest thing from sober She yellow like Homer t**ng on me to a coma D.I.Z persona got her saying with you it's over Sick n***a take notes and keep tips n***a Slick n***a I boned your chick's thick figure My dicks bigger she knows, she's got this in her She's disfigured I flow she gets fits n***a Round of applause baby make that a** clap Work it twerk it for this money asap (Ohhh) You saw money hanging out my wallet So drop it, drop it, drop it to the floor and don't stop it She t**n, she working it, my weed fall to my side She surfing it, I must be high cause I can't believe my eyes I asked her what she t**ng with, she left me screaming Oh My! I think I need brain surgery cause she went blew my mind [Hook: Diz] [Verse 2: Lunar] What you t**n with, what you workin with Back up on my nerdy sh** On a geeky swag And she need bad Like every way, make that jelly shake I make her go to sleep like medicate Plenty cake, got her dropping moves like ballet Inhale that cali and that bank-yay One hit and that alozay make that girl drop them panties Rubbing on my tattoos Snacking on my [?] Riding on that donkey and I'm loving how that a** do Bad chicks with bad dudes I blast tools and I handle mine like anvils But girl I wanna know how got them curves Come and ride with real baby drop them perves Let me quench your thirst like sky in your throat And I rock that boat and your ocean No lie girl my bed game sick like a potion ey Imagine that, they call me magic man And that a** so fat I just wanna hocas-pocas abracadabra that And who ever gave you that a** better get a slap I don't care if it's Mom or your Dad Better slap that ho' and laugh And tell him that you got a spank from Brat! [Hook - Diz]