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twеrk! - depth strida lyrics

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[ depth strida ]
twerk that ass babe
gotta lotta weight
ass so fat babe
twerk that ass babe
i dont know her name
call her catty phatty
ridin in a caddy

twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk all that ass b*tch
twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk till that ass slips
twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk all that ass b*tch
twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk strida on some sh*t

move that ass and earn some cash
ay b*tch i got alot of that
i throw these bands up in the air
you catch em with your ass clap
locked in a thirst trap
i love her thigh gap
she bombin no cap
might hit a fast fap

[ hook: big caesar (istasha) ]

donk so sick
caught my seed like i’m a spray tan

honk my stick
run my meat like i’m your prey d*mn

[ lord distortion ]

twerk that fat ass
with them titties too
cleaned that ass crack
of all that sh*t and p**p

twerk that ass babe
its clapping like a crowd
she got a mossive toshe
i’m boutta eat it out

twerk twerk twerk twerk in the end zone
twerk twerk twerk twerk on my plateau
twerk twerk twerk twerk
on the get go
twerk twerk twerk gotta let go

down low down low, girl can you touch your toes
got her ass to the sky like a missle silo
i know, i know, that she only want that dought
and she might get a dollar, if she throw it real low

swear she give me coodies
her ass ain’t looking 2d
that ass is looking 6d
got me looking loopy

this the twerklight zone
big booty in my turf type zone
i really hope she wanna slurp my rope

[ hook: big caesar ]

donk so sick
caught my seed like i’m a spray tan

honk my stick
run my meat like i’m your prey d*mn

[ navvvi ]

baby twerk that fat ass
f*ckin make that c*nt sweat
ya ur life is busted
that dont mean u cant smash
yea, “f*ck”
im smurf, blue b*lls
fat c*ck, big halls
free run, titanfall
twerk
break that ass into a split
till that f*cking p*ssy spit
yea i heard you gotta fat cl*t
im your f*cking culprit

saying im a singer cuz you sleepin with ur si*rens
joining you together like a motha f*ckin hy*phen
talking you down homie thinking he a swin*ger
f*cking stupid ass dude bro ill crush your f*cking fin*gers
oh f*ck
thinkin i don lost my sh*t
oh f*ck
you so dang thicc
oh f*ck
never want a problem
oh f*ck
heard you liked my album

[ big caesar ]

got alot of pounds up in your bank
will make them piggy buns go bang
up on my meat
no longer hang its stiff and solid like a freezer
i was tripping in ibiza
but your rear end had me back to life
i feel jason bourne without amnesia

if you’re not twerking or putting work in
then i’d rather see you pounce upon my fancy little gherkin

pieces slide the bread aside
assertion
that’s my courtesy
i’m honest
see you twerking leave that tushie like a murder scene

eeoo woo
b*tch i’m not certain but we can call this emergency
as my d rise in urgency
imma set it off the map
contender back in the ring
call me the surgeon of virgins
see imma high five a cervix
until it’s caving in

[ hook: big caesar & navvvi ]

donk so sick
caught my seed like i’m a spray tan

honk my stick
run my meat like i’m your prey d*mn

- depth strida lyrics

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