Twerk - Problem, Bad Lucc

Well guess who’s back in the motherfucking high

With a point 4 four for your motherfucking mouth

Hoes recognize and niggas do too

Your girl fuck me cause your dick is boo boo

So what that shit 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 bitch

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 nigga looking for some pussy to chal on

On so wassup, I’m with that nasty shit

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 massive clip, good lord!

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

Hey, how you doin lil mama, let me whisper in your ear

Tell you something that you might like to hear

Got a sexy lil body and your ass 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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