Lyrics

Okay so I'mma need the little booties to the left I'm gonna need the big booties to the right I'm gonna need the niggas to back up I'm trynna figure out somethin, let me see somethin I must confess Yeah that ass better than the rest (better than the rest) I'm about to put you to the test Show me who could fuck it up the best (the best) Oo twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (what it is) It's about to be a twerk contest (about to be a twerk contest) Fuck Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (what it is) It's about to be a twerk contest (a twerk contest) Aye You got the lil bootie fucked up, get off the liquor, she ready to cut up (to cut up) She goin' down with the butt butt, last time I hit it from behind I got roughed up (got roughed up) You got the big girl fucked up, lil nigga I still hit it like put put (like put put) Real freak, I already know wassup (I know wassup) I go to sleep e'rytime I get sucked up I got my money on the thick hoe, look how she get low, she win it from the get go (win it from the get go) I got my money on the slim hoe, watch her get more low, call it girl limbo, back it up, rack it up Pussy licka {?} If you dance how you fuck, fly you out, pack it up Oo I could never ask nigga wack as fuck (wack as fuck0 Plus she goin' home with a couple buds I must confess (I must confess) Yeah that ass better than the rest (better than the rest) I'm about to put you to the test (to the test) Show me who could fuck it up the best (fuck it up the best) Oo Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (what it is) It's about to be a twerk contest His name Nutella, I'mma spread it for the bread Call her little booty fat, it's gon' go to her head Keep it wetter than a buoy on her way, dry to bow hang tie, let it flow, bust it open cantaloupe, hey Ain't no second and no third place Make it earthquake At your job or your workplace No job means today is your first day Bust it like pinatas at a birthday You throw it like you won a medal or somethin' Make that bootie talk, now it's tellin me somthin' Make it bounce like a trampoline Could me watermelon size or a tangerine (Get on all fours) Hold on let me see you shake it like a dog Come get this award Head down, put your hands on the wall, yeah Say I'm lookin for a freak bitch Simon says bend over, touch your feet bitch And I don't want no sweet shit I knew that shit was ready when I seen her doin' them prekicks Booty shorts on and the shirt was naughty Stripes on her ass and I'm Joe Exotic Her boyfriend, man she had a twerkin' party A little ass shakin' never hurt nobody It's for them nine nine and 2000's again I wanna see you go head to head with your friend It's a tie right now, I don't know who win Put your pussy on live I'll buy you a Benz Fuck it I must confess (must confess) Yeah that ass better than the rest (than the rest) I'm about to put you to the test (to the test) Show me who could fuck it up the best (the best) Oo Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (twerk contest) Twerk contest (what it is) It's about to be a twerk contest (twerk contest) Oh you're talkin' about Oh girl, my little booty? I love the little booty Love little booties Yeah Yeah she throwin it, she got that little thang on X games mode Oh god
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons, Calvin Puckett, Jr., Travis Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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