She Twerkin' Lyrics

Ells, seven, squells
Squell bells, what the f*ck?
Break that bitch purse, man
(Gunplay!)

She see me grabbing on my tulip
She told me smack on her booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

She workin', she twerkin'
I'm pimpin', you simpin'
She workin', she twerkin'
I'm pimpin', you simpin'

I'm pimping like I'm [?]
Your'e simping like you should
My face all on my poster
Counting, gripping, gripping wood
Under surveillance, police need a bigger lense 'cause
I bought another rollie, and a bigger Benz
Bitches f*ck with me, they know
They gotta break their purse
She choosin' with the best
'Cause she's stressing with the worst
Your'e f*cking with the trill
The other niggas just prototypes
Don Logan, [?] might, I don't even hold a mic
Lame-ass niggas singing songs for these dicksuckers
Same song she playing
While she let another trick f*ck her
Time equals money, so ho ya better cock it
Bitch better suck it in my pocket like a rocket

She see me grabbing on my tulip
She told me smack on her booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

She workin', she twerkin'
I'm pimpin', you simpin'
She workin', she twerkin'
I'm pimpin', you simpin'

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