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letra de twerk team - realrichizzo

[intro]
(just stop flexing your muscles, jordan)
belt gang sh-t
uh-huh
everybody grab a chair

[chorus]
shake that ass, b-tch, i’m finna film a twerk scene (uh-huh)
got five hoes shaking ass, this my twerk team
she don’t like to drink liquor, she a perc’ fiend (she a perc’ kid)
just left her job, she throwin’ ass in her work jeans
yeah, my chains clankin’
we don’t say that ass fat no more, b-tch, that thang thangin’
24, she wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m gang bangin’ (belt gang)
she bouncin’ ass on facetime ’cause my name ringin’

[verse 1]
thick as f-ck, she lookin’ straight, i made her back bend (uh-huh)
just grab a chair, sh-t, i’m finna get a lap dance
kick thе classy hoes out and brought the rats in (come on)
dancin’ to my song, shе finna f-ck me and my rap friends
in the club, just do a dub on my f-nny pack (uh-huh)
i’m on the west, i’m tryna see where all my baddies at (baddies went)
broke her heart, she keep askin’ for her daddy back (ha)
my savage want me cuffed, she think i’m goin’, i ain’t havin’ that
no lil’ n-gga, i got more money than your big homie (uh-huh)
her number saved as “banana,” she did the splits on it (banana split)
we switched positions, standin’ up, she finna sit on it
nasty, if she catch me off the liquor, i might l!ck on her
back outside, you know me, i made her stay home (uh-huh)
twerk on each other, yeah, i’m into f-ckin’ g-y hoes (b-tch)
b-tch ain’t drinkin’ hennessy, she want añejo (for sure)
she ’bout to give me cat, i’m finna f-ck her in a ‘rango
[chorus]
shake that ass, b-tch, i’m finna film a twerk scene (uh-huh)
got five hoes shaking ass, this my twerk team
she don’t like to drink liquor, she a perc’ fiend (she a perc’ kid)
just left her job, she throwin’ ass in her work jeans
yeah, my chains clankin’
we don’t say that ass fat no more, b-tch, that thang thangin’
24, she wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m gang bangin’ (belt gang)
she bouncin’ ass on facetime ’cause my name ringin’

[verse 2]
b-tch was rushin’ to that d-ck but took her time on it (uh-huh)
like pretty ricky, if your not twerk, you gotta grind on it
freak behind clothes doors, she beyond hopin’ (she gone)
finna catch a head about this d-ck, yeah, she dyin’ over it
would tryna let me hit, but all the bros smash (what the f-ck?)
i ain’t have to grab her b-tt, she smacked her own ass
i left my b-tton at the crib, she got her own mag’ (brrt)
she don’t need me for a purse, she got her own bag

- realrichizzo

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