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rj lamont & damjonboi - twerk sum lyrics

[intro: damjonboi]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
rj, why you—? why you doin’ that, bro?

[verse: damjonboi]
lil’ b+tch on my d+ck, she wanna f+ck me
lil’ b+tch must be up to somethin’
told the b+tch to meet me in hood, but she ain’t pull up
i’ve been sh+ttin’ on these n+ggas, where my pull+ups?
sb, i rep that sh+t to the fullest
play with t and i’m gon’ have you dodgin’ bullets
yeah, b+tch, we on gang time
i’m like mj in my city, i got hang time
which gang you gon’ put a play on? better not name mine
f+ckin’ my b+tch and your b+tch at the same time
d+mn near with the rich white folks throwin’ gang signs
i’ll pistol whip a n+gga, shot an opp with the same 9
sometimes i switch up my grizzy, but it’s the same grind
f+ck the b+tch, put my fingers in her mouth like i’m mankind
i swear to god i love your b+tch, but i can’t stand mine
smoke a n+gga, put his ass to sleep, bedtime
they got blood doin’ thirty years, fed time
they wanna come to these b+tches, i like the red kind (godd+mn)
you n+ggas cappin’ (uh+huh)
how the f+ck producers outrapping the rappers?
anyway, gettin’ to that bag every day
this sh+t comin’ from everywhere like each and every way
my phone don’t never stop ringin’, i’m catchin’ every play
if she could, she would let me f+ck her every day
twerk somethin’, b+tch, let me see that ass clap
we don’t wanna hear you broke n+ggas with them mad raps
n+ggas doin’ all that sneak dissin’, got his mans clapped
jumped on another f+ckin’ flight, brought them bands back
tell a b+tch give me ten feet, ho, stand back
mama like, “why the f+ck you n+gga don’t let saran wrap?”
yeah, that’s another story (yeah)
i ain’t gotta pour my drank, your b+tch gon’ pour it for me
i ain’t dropped in a minute, and your b+tch still love me
fifteen hundred for some kicks, and them b+tches ugly
yeah, i told my lil’ n+gga we can make it if he take his time
this n+gga laid up with a ho, that boy done lost his mind
how the f+ck is you gon’ shine if you don’t wanna grind? (f+ck)
you waitin’ on your new tape, you gon’ still be still lyin’
[chorus: damjonboi]
twerk somethin’, twerk somethin’
twerk somethin’ (ayy), twerk somethin’
twerk somethin’, b+tch, let me see that ass clap
baby, let me see that ass clap
twerk somethin’, b+tch, let me see that ass clap
baby, let me see that ass clap
twerk somethin’, b+tch, let me see that ass clap
baby, let me see that ass clap
twerk somethin’, b+tch, let me see that ass clap
baby, let me see that ass clap
twerk somethin’

- rj lamont damjonboi lyrics

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