She Twerkin' - Gunplay

Ells, seven, squells

Squell bells, what the fuck?

Break that bitch purse, man

(Gunplay!)

She see me grabbing on my tulip

She told me smack on her booty

She say I got too many hoes

She say I got too many shows

She workin', she twerkin'

I’m pimpin', you simpin'

I’m pimping like I’m

Your’e simping like you should

My face all on my poster

Counting, gripping, gripping wood

Under surveillance, police need a bigger lense 'cause

I bought another rollie, and a bigger Benz

Bitches fuck with me, they know

They gotta break their purse

She choosin' with the best

'Cause she’s stressing with the worst

Your’e fucking with the trill

The other niggas just prototypes

Don Logan, might, I don’t even hold a mic

Lame-ass niggas singing songs for these dicksuckers

Same song she playing

While she let another trick fuck her

Time equals money, so ho ya better cock it

Bitch better suck it in my pocket like a rocket