Lyrics

Wrist work Whip skirt Dance for me yea girl Glock 40 let it burst You play around you get hurt Bank roll can't fold Lot of money yea I know Wrist work Whip skirt Dance for me yea girl Wrist work Whip skirt When I pull up uh, she takin off the shirt Late night she gone call me for the pipe I do you right, Ima have you hypnotized I can't tell no lie, you the type I like She gone hit my line, cus I got the supply I keep that 30 cus I know this niggas wanna try If you think I'm cappin' you can pull up hit you with the fie Hit you with a verse I'll put you on a shirt Hit you where it hurts aye ya let that choppa twerk Let it twerk like when shawty saw them bands on me She seen the wrist work now she wanna dance on me Wrist work Whip skirt Dance for me yea girl Glock 40 let it burst You play around you get hurt Bank roll can't fold Lot of money yea I know Wrist work Whip skirt Dance for me yea girl
Writer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Keir Lamont Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss, Falonte D. Moore, Kyron A. Sumpter, Donald Ray Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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