Lyrics Twerk (feat. Project Pat) - Project Pat , Juicy J
Girl
you're
hotter
than...
all
them
hoes
modelin'
And
I
just
keep
on
tippin'
Pourin'
out
them
dollars,
and...
It's
about
to
be
a
twerk
off...
be
a
twerk
off
Pull
your
skirt
down...
aw,
take
your
shirt
off
Anything
she
can
do,
you
can
do
better
I
don't
see
nobody
here
who's
better
than
you
Girl,
I
love
to
see
you
twerk,
love
the
way
you
go
to
work
You
be
killin'
competition
'cause
you
let
it
go
berserk...
Come
and
get
this
money,
girl,
it's
yours
I
can
keep
them
dollars
comin',
they
say
when
it
rains
it
pours
Throwin'
money
to
the
ceiling
'til
it's
covering
the
floor
It's
a
twerk
off,
but
we
know
who's
winnin'
(you,
of
course)
Grab
some
girlfriends
and
let's
synch
up
with
my
partner
and
them
We
can
all
go
to
the
penthouse
and
just
vibe
out
and
put
you
in
the
wig
Girl,
if
you
in,
shake
it
like
you'll
never
shake
it
again
Take
it
so
deep,
I
don't
know
when
it
end
I
know
it's
no
mistake,
you
should
be
in
first
place
Girl
you're
hotter
than...
all
them
hoes
modelin'
And
I
just
keep
on
tippin'
Pourin'
out
them
dollars,
and...
It's
about
to
be
a
twerk
off...
be
a
twerk
off
Pull
your
skirt
down...
aw,
take
your
shirt
off
First
you
gotta
pop
it,
then
you
gotta
drop
it
Even
though
the
haters
watchin',
you
don't
have
to
stop
it
Callin'
"murder"
'cause
you
killin'
when
you
take
it
to
the
ceiling
Got
me
losin'
all
control
when
you
work
it
on
the
pole
You
know
you
the
best,
'cause
you
gon'
do
what
she
won't
do
You
keep
it
out
the
box,
them
other
chicks
be
typical
That's
why
I
throw
it
up,
you
love
how
I
be
tippin'
you
Before
you
start
this
twerk
off,
baby,
take
that
shirt
off
Girl
you're
hotter
than...
all
them
hoes
modelin'
And
I
just
keep
on
tippin'
Pourin'
out
them
dollars,
and...
It's
about
to
be
a
twerk
off...
be
a
twerk
off
Pull
your
skirt
down...
aw,
take
your
shirt
off
The
way
she
work
that
pole
– it's
time
for
her
to
work
mine
And
she
suck
it
so
good
– I
just
might
go
blind
And
her
ass
is
fat
– damn
that
chick
so
fine
She
okay
in
the
face
but
Beyonce
from
behind
She
clapped
her
ass
for
cheese,
'cause
my
chips
stackin'
like
Pringles
I'm
rich
and
I'm
single,
blowin'
twenty-thousand
in
singles
Baddest
chick
you've
never
seen
before,
I
make
it
rain,
they
clean
the
floor
I
throw
a
stack,
she
come
and
get
it,
I'll
throw
some
more,
I'm
not
goin'
broke
Booty
like
no
other
– she
get
it
from
her
mother
Throwin'
bands
in
the
club,
smokin'
more
than
Chris
Tucker
Weed
naps
and
weed
raps,
I
can't
stop,
no
relapse
Nothin'
but
models,
trippin'
on
molly,
Take
'em
back
to
the
crib
and
continue
the
party
Girl
you're
hotter
than...
all
them
hoes
modelin'
And
I
just
keep
on
tippin'
Pourin'
out
them
dollars,
and...
It's
about
to
be
a
twerk
off...
be
a
twerk
off
Pull
your
skirt
down...
aw,
take
your
shirt
off
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