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on they bitches (Uh). I tumble into pusssy, weed and lots of riches. I know you can not relate you broke sons of bitches. She throw it back I hit it hard

a wrap like turbans
Tell me worth this to me its probably nada 
But your girl call me papa while she twerk around casa

I'm on Cartoon Network
Wrist game Steven Universe make them gems twerk
Whipping like roots make it hurt
Boy get to work
You gotta' prove yo damn worth

surprised? (Okay, yeah)
Money so thick that it mofuckin' twerk, she giving me top while I drive
I'm in LA wit' a Lamb, I just hopped out and flex with

is inspired
By Frida and Steinem
Vogues to Madonna
And twerks to J Lo
If he dreams
Of a white laced wedding
In the dress
His mother wore
I will

The opp boys way too wet 
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've called this shotgun Rob Van Dam

Get Em Up

Chalie Boy

Still Standin'

2003

I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off

dzisiaj robię
Ona twerk pali haze pali jazz w GTR
Lakier red laczki black
Beat to crack Budda flex
Ona wet my na Shell
50 Cent w GTR
Oksy black tak jak Jack

way
Please let me live my life
Please let me live my life

I don't think I would have did it on my own
Had the landlord blowing on my phone
My nigga I

Bad Bish

Star Cast

Bad Bish

2017

circle

Telling me what I can't do
Trust me I done warned you

Superwoman, watch me work
Handle business while I twerk

Pay my bills all by myself

Nextel Chirp

DJ Black

Drag or Die: Dragged and Chopped, Pt. 5

2005

the phone conversation aint me tryin to twerk
And don’t text message, me hit me on my 2way
Talkin bout lookit man I’m tryin to get a 2way hang

Nextel Chirp

Reynaldo Maceo

Street Certified, Vol. 1

2005

the phone conversation aint me tryin to twerk
And don’t text message, me hit me on my 2way
Talkin bout lookit man I’m tryin to get a 2way hang

you a Goldmine (RACKS)
You be getting pretty by the day I know that you a Fine Wine (YOU A DIME BABY)
Look at the way you walk you ain't even gotta

chose
Moneygram the control coming from Malay
On the mic they tell me “Stunna Bomaye”
Twerk it for me babygirl no dey delay
If you're tired pass the baton

All walk ups, we can’t do no drive bys

Before you shoot that nigga, look that nigga in his eyes

And make him wish he would’ve never ever switched

love
Tell me that you love me, but don’t tell me you gonna risk it all
B****** holding T.I.P of d***, I wish you’d knock it off
Cook, clean, twerk

Yeah

Red tips, 762s, shoot a Taki at him
Good punch at Yoshi
Satisfied by hibachi habit website surfing
Tryna punch like I'm Bobby Lashley
Hundred

plates up wit choppas for dinner
Play with that pussy under her skirt she gon like it
Baby gon twerk while i'm putting in work
Pulling her hair putting her

breaker
Look, bam bam boom
Thats a mad mad move
When she twerk and she got mad tattoos
Make me see you go low
Me nuh know how you do that so
Bend up yuh

Adderalls in the milkshake
Meet me right by the lake no Odd Future
It's the witchhouse mob
 smoke grape blunt swishers
Saturday night when I'm

Introvert things I would sit by the room
Play that ASAP shit on JBL boombox
to the aux take the flight to the moon
I wanna (uhh)
She wanna (uhh)
Body shot

comin' all night
Design with my killies, tryna catch your vibe
No time for bad mind

Yo, see the way that it works, we step in the room and they twerk

best 

Fuck all the lames it's ride or die 
I'm gettin fame by my design 
I go the places you can't go 
Imma artist like I'm Van Gogh 
I'm cumin again

my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She calling me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don’t want catastrophes
Don’t want problems