What You Twerkin With Lyrics
[Hook: Diz]
Girl I gotta know (I gotta know)
What you been hiding
Cause you got it and it shows (Cause it shows)
Niggas been smiling
Got a tight set of clothes (Whoop! Whoop!)
On your body
I ain't calling you no ho' (Really though!)
(But I really gotta know)
What you twerkin with
What you,, what you twerkin with
(What you twerkin!)
What you twerkin with
What you,, what you twerkin with
(What you got!)
What you twerkin with
What you,, what you twerkin with
(Let go, Let go!)
What you twerkin with (Whoop)!
What you,, what you twerkin with
[Verse 1: Diz]
Its getting old watching you tie her down and wanna hold her
Honestly, she probably the farthest thing from sober
She yellow like Homer twerking on me to a coma
D.I.Z persona got her saying with you it's over
Sick nigga take notes and keep tips nigga
Slick nigga I boned your chick's thick figure
My dicks bigger she knows, she's got this in her
She's disfigured I flow she gets fits nigga
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Work it twerk it for this money asap
(Ohhh) You saw money hanging out my wallet
So drop it, drop it, drop it to the floor and don't stop it
She twerkin, she working it, my weed fall to my side
She surfing it, I must be high cause I can't believe my eyes
I asked her what she twerking with, she left me screaming Oh My!
I think I need brain surgery cause she went blew my mind
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[Hook: Diz]
[Verse 2: Lunar]
What you twerkin with, what you workin with
Back up on my nerdy shit
On a geeky swag
And she need bad
Like every way, make that jelly shake
I make her go to sleep like medicate
Plenty cake, got her dropping moves like ballet
Inhale that cali and that bank-yay
One hit and that alozay make that girl drop them panties
Rubbing on my tattoos
Snacking on my [?]
Riding on that donkey and I'm loving how that ass do
Bad chicks with bad dudes
I blast tools and I handle mine like anvils
But girl I wanna know how got them curves
Come and ride with real baby drop them perves
Let me quench your thirst like sky in your throat
And I rock that boat and your ocean
No lie girl my bed game sick like a potion ey
Imagine that, they call me magic man
And that ass so fat I just wanna hocas-pocas abracadabra that
And who ever gave you that ass better get a slap
I don't care if it's Mom or your Dad
Better slap that ho' and laugh
And tell him that you got a spank from Brat!
[Hook - Diz]
