Twista - Work Som'n Twurk Som'n lyrics

Work somn, let me hit it can I hit it Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit can I hit it Work somn, let me hit can I hit it Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit it (Out of Order) Ya betta do whats ya gots to do to get them girls on the floor Don't stop let me see ya gitty gitty Shake that thing move it around just like you don't know I'm steppin in the club drunk and I'm gone blown faded off that V.S.O.P Me and my nugz tapathy up like everyday is so ya'll playas can see Where them girls at, where them girls at Over there did they go in the back of the club See let my jeans over in ya When I go get blow step out and blaze up a dub Cuz when, the party is over girl follow me to my room So we can take a booty yo ride Split the 50 so we can get high Turn off the light that between your thigh (Out of Order) You say you wanna kick it but your man won't let you come and Cuz he know when we get busy is a chance I get you sprung Got you shaking at your momma there you screaming open I'mma say Yeah I beat that earing in your navel baby wanna play you Like an oldschool tape with a soul food plate runnin dough through dubs Rank never know cuz I gotta lot a dough gotta love the 2K Anyway can I get a lapdance? Cuz ain't now playin freaky freaks like me I want the big booty girl in the runnin cam jeans If it don't concede with panties Just to keep me seein soakin bun that will keep me bent All night drinkin off all paid for this I got girls to the left, girls to the right You won't step when you scared to win In a 99' Benz with the cover open cuz you know we k** for a nut Put a finger in her bu*t when I played that funky stuff That a girls that'll need that I'm get with Though much that don't do it so what Baby girl can't go have em humpin Just touch your clothes and let me work som'n and twurk som'n (chorus) Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit can I hit it Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit can I hit it Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit can I hit it Work somn, twurk somn, let me hit it (Twista) Can I, tap some hit it While I smokin the blunt right in back of the lud How you sit it up? When you titty yet booty shakin breakin mothaf**as up In a circle steady make a n***a get it up Got me trippin off they way you talk, still wanna break you off Acting all sa**y talk bout you wanna leave girl Please won't you stay and talk Really wanna work you so I got high Take her to the mall and steady Make you moan and then make you go ah-ah Wiggelin and jiggelin my thang In the middle of the tender biddle baby Won't you say that I conversatin to the south Freakin you while I see your freaky side you so gone so let it out I wanna break a sweat when we straight buckin First grab my dick and get to s**in Munchin till I'm humpin Get a grip on her hips then handle my functions Quit acting funny, cuz girl what you gotta be true to go Can you tell dookie toe See you at the club shakin that big dookie ho, makin that booty roll Don't be playin on raw with this, never steady frontin Ain't no comin over here Unless you gonna be on som'n som'n som'n now som'n (chorus) (Out of Order) Split lips with a big fat tip mudaville In the middle straight runnin this 'nother 38 specialist I'm all about s**in And dominate me a s**ist checkin everythang From my a** to air, before I made my pa** to swoop And try to cut em like a stab wound From a razor blade I freak technique unique in between chief Keep my thesis screet unless you talkin bout a party back drummin Gotta hit that and we gonna type of flip them stills Representing midwest t.v. wack, now how you love that I'm not your average thug cat I got caine And I lay it all down like it no thang I'm sick with these real hits makin a call On a twurk what she workin with (chorus) (Out of Order) Watch this, booty shakin money makin ho up on the thang While I'm workin on my eight bottle of bottles and jane Homies need to come with g stack And a 50 bottle of rum and ain't no fun if the homies can't slide in But we ridin high we can freak with this Other n***a placin in the hazel eye Drop a couple of line gotta like a mystery book got game Runnin through my veins twitchin the brain Words orginated from the corner to the curb I heard she like 2 in my in the club stickin the tounge out To the dance floor club we be talkin about So bounce to it, playas wanna do it like us Freaks wanna ride in the back of the bus Don't front cuz he be wack Affiliated gang drunk tight never came late No need to explain and no look past I'mma number so a man won't open up a** Keep a firm grip on chin stop frontin Tell that freak to twurk somn (chorus) 2x