Lyrics

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 watching Versace like Biggie, my watch is Rolly This ho say holly molly, you stole it Oh, no, no, pay for it, be foreign, go touring A nigga so burry, drop her off when he's snoring He kiki for the free-free, took lil Keke to Waikiki Put Louis, with Gucci, put a hoochie with a hoochie We do the oochie coochie, but I'm still grabbing 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 missing, I'm sorry Ferragamo for freak-o, I seize this cappuccino Baby, I'm beating nino, that your boyfriend, I bet you he know Got your girl saying, "What it do, fufu?" 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): John Michael Gibson, Gary Hill, David Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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