Trick-trick - Twerk Dat Pop That lyrics

[Produced by Antt Beatz] [Hook: Trick Trick] Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that) Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that) Go ahead baby (twerk-twerk dat, pop that) Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that) Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that) Turn down for what now (twerk-twerk dat, pop that) Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that) Let me see you drop it down now (twerk-twerk, twerk dat, pop that) [Verse 1: Trick Trick] Who said gangstas don't do that? Cause they lying In the back of the p**y club, it's all mine Getting drenched by the cheese, spend 'em rain and shine They head to another one, can't decline What up to the DJ, straight to the back Ten racks to the waitress, change for all that Twenty something years old, a** so fat Them boys in the club, D hats all black Tops coming off, a** on the floor Guess ten ain't enough, so I gotta get more They'll lose their mind if I head to the door They don't love me, they love the bread I blow God damn, got em on they hands and they knees Scratching after scratch like rats for the cheese I'm a dog, I even got scratch for the fleas Touch my money you could touch your knees [Hook] [Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"] I got a white girl (I got a white girl) She's a dancer (It's Tricky!) She do whatever I say, no matter what I ask her Her action's the answer (Talk to) Of course she know I got a black girl Who's also a dancer Don't talk about your life, don't wanna hear about your bottles and ice Cause we got Marshall out the house tonight Stay awake [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm in VIP with no ID with a pint of Beam Lightin' cheeba, wylin' the f** out like Bieber at nineteen Or Ice-T in the 90s Frightening in some Nikes s*ut, nice D's There a slight breeze? Don't like me? Well then bite me There might be a better chance of flight 370 turning up than us, b**h (highly unlikely) Little dyke think ‘cause I'm Libra - you're Pisces, and you're feisty That you're like me and you might find that we're like minded We ain't nothing alike Diva, you like sleeves I'm a wife beater you white tease Bet you like skiing though right skeez? The way you're balancing yourself on the poles Why don't you grab this one and Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee And look out like you're sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the (God damn) Shake that a** and titties Ca**idy felt that Dick so fat it could practically snap her chastity belt strap Standing all the way back where my hotels at She actually fell back and landed in someone else lap And laughed cuz she thought she sat on Pharrell's hat (Twerk dat, pop that) [Hook] [Verse 3: Trick Trick] Fresh out of damn near everything I had Lil homie, just grabbed the whole damn bag I could spend all year, never blow my stacks Getting white boy wasted, hold my mac Back to the spot, roll some up So blown last night I toked some up Lookers want anything, ain't got enough In the club without bra's ready to get f**ed They drinking, smoking, touching, rubbing Rolling, crowd's in love with my thugging Lick it, taste it, kiss it, s** it sh*t! Tryna see who want f**ing Drop that thong, grab that pole Bend it over, let me see what I can do with that (OH!) Stack so big it ain't never gonna fold All the money I spend, you ain't never gonna close [Hook]