Lyrics

Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Girl, twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Young bitch, get ratchet Bring your home girls, let's get nasty I got a stripper pole, in my living room And I'm tryna see what that shit do, girl My name is Dolla $ign, but you call me Daddy I can see you from the front, you gotta fatty Get low for a real nigga Do a trick and I'll split a little wit' cha Do a handstand for these bands Make it clap, no hands on these bands Work, work, work like Montana Put that motherfuckin' monkey on this banana And I'mma nail the pussy, go hammer Yup, I finesse the pussy, Atlanta Pushaz Ink nigga and I'm Taylor Twerk something for a player! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Girl, twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Young bitch, get ratchet Bring your home girls, let's get nasty I got a stripper pole, in my living room And I'm tryna see what that shit do, girl Let me DDP in your vagina I gotta model bitch just like Tyra (what?) She wearin' nothing but Louis and more designer I got my one eye on you, I'm like a pirate (haha!) I love The Way she dance, she like CiCi I'm out The 504, I'm like BG Me and Chris is cool, but where RiRi? (huh?) You like to French Kiss, well here's the oui oui See, my bitches is fly, and they friends is freaks I make them shake that ass, and bounce it on that meat I wanna see you twerk, the turn up is real With that big ole ass, that's how you feel - eh? Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Girl, twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Young bitch, get ratchet Bring your home girls, let's get nasty I got a stripper pole, in my living room And I'm tryna see what that shit do, girl Oooh, kill 'em! She back, hurt a nigga feelings That ho wit it, won't tell a soul if I hit it My ex-bitches, friends for my next bitches I play Mr. Nice Guy to all my bitches (oooh!) She got that ass, call her Ashley (ah!) She said it's real, grab it I ain't even ask her! (ah!) Oooh, so nasty Oh, you know who yo' daddy? That thing, fatty Only thing missing, T-Raww tatted Cold nigga heart, let me drill in it Yeah, My Bitch Bad - I put AMil in it I'm Bill Thrill in a Beetle, fly nigga Show me something worth dealing Up and down, bitch! Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Oh yeahhhhh! Twerk it for a real one Twerk it for a real one Young bitch, get ratchet Bring your home girls, let's get nasty I got a stripper pole, in my living room And I'm tryna see what that shit do, girl
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Jospeh Allen, Steveland Laron Efferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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