See me grabbin' on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'

What's up, baby? I see you, you watchin'
Versace like Biggie, my watch is Rolly
This ho say holly molly, you stole it
Oh, no, no, pay for it, be foreign, go tourin'
A nigga so burry, drop her out when hes snorin'
He ki-ki for the free-free took Lil Kiki to Waikiki
Put Louis, with Gucci, put a hoochie with a hoochie
We do the oochie coochie but I'm still grabbin' on my tooly

See me grabbin' on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'

Ferrari, retarded, no brain, retarded
These hoes, they tardy, they missin', I'm sorry
Ferragamo for freak-o, I seize this cappuccino
Baby, I'm beatin' Nino, that your boyfriend, I bet you he know
Got your girl sayin' I want to do foo-foo
Got your girl at my front door in a tutu
Yeah, she got that million dollar mouth, ooh, ooh
Spinz and Dun on the beat, say ooh, ooh

See me grabbin' on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin'
But she twerkin' Writer/s: Johnmichael Gibson
Publisher: Songtrust Ave
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