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Master P - Twerk That Thang lyrics
[Master P] Shake it from the south from the north to the east Twerk it to the west from the club to the street [Chorus] Shake that thang, twerk that thang wobble that thang, let it bounce, let it swing Shake what your mama gave ya, you look good dats why they hate ya [Verse 1] Your probally mixed with coyotes the way that ass be shaking Put tht hump in your back and you and your girl trade places Then drop it like it's hot,shake it till they pop in the back of the club from the bottom to the top I've been fiending a little but see I'm ready for that Bend over touchyour toes let that minkie out that dress No panties, no thong I might take you home We could do right,or we could do wrong Where the thug girls at,you might get down We gotta couple, a lotta we might throw 'em up around Cuz them girls be actin bad,on the dance floor shakin ass In the club whodie getting in cash ballin them gouches in No Limit bags [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2: Master P] Bodies on chrome,tattoos on my arm My boonopolisat the tele, my babooski at home I'm bout to act a donkie I like choclate like brown, but a trompak Wit curves like a coke bottle I mean thick like a stallion, but pretty like a super model Make the waiter drop the drinks Make a cripple old man take ruffle to the bank She'll shake it in the morning, shake it in the evening I don't play Georgia if she can play wheezing Ride it like a bike, twerk it all night Grab the wall from the left to the right [Chorus 2 X] [Master P talking] I dont care what they say You been up in the club getting ur paper forever You look good babooski and the way that thing shaking, you look like a country stallion, YA HEARD ME Two balls in your back pocket, you could bounce that thing all the way to the top HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE THEM NO LIMT BOYZ WE BACK UP IN IT [CHORUS 2X |
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