Songtext zu 'She Twerkin' von Cash Out

See me grabbin' on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin

What's up, baby? I see you, you watching
Versace like Biggie, my watch is Rolly
This hoe say holy molly, you stole it
Oh, no, no, pay for it, be foreign, go touring
A nigga so burry, drive her out when hes snoring
He kiki for the free-free took lil kiki to Waikiki
Put Louis, with Gucci, put a hoochie with a hoochie
We do the hoochie coochie but I'm still grabbing on my tooly,

See me grabbin on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin

Ferrari, retarded, no brain, retarded
These hoes, they tardy, they missing, I'm sorry
Ferragamo for freak-o, I seize this cappuccino
Baby, I'm beating nino, that your boyfriend, I bet you he know
Got your girl saying I want to do foo-foo
Got your girl at my front door in a tutu
Yeah, she got that million dollar mouth, ooh, ooh
Spenz and dyeing on a beast, say ooh, ooh

See me grabbin on my tooly
She told me smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin
But she twerkin