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twerk sum - rj lamont & damjonboi 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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