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Anthony Lee Norris
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
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John Rivers
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Ken "Duro" Ifill
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Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
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Tim Boyce
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Letras
[Intro]
Drop that pussy, bitch
What you twerkin' with?
I'm Young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy, bitch
[Chorus]
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (What you twerkin' with?)
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (What you twerkin' with?)
[Chorus]
What you twerkin' with?
What you twerkin' with?
What you twerkin' with?
[Verse 1]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, Montana!
Work-work-work-work-work, what you twerkin' with?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerkin' with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leanin', that CÎROC
Hundred large, bring a mop, cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket, pocket, thirty chains on my collar, collar
Two drops, no mileage, mileage, top off like Wallace
And I'm inhalin' smoke, bitch know that, know that, filthy rich before rap, 'fore rap
Your new deal, I throw that, throw that, three beans, I'm on that, ha
We pop a molly, ha, she bust it open, ha
She seen the 'gatti, ha, that pussy soakin'
[Chorus]
Bounce
What you twerkin' with?
Shout out to the infernos
Strawberries, Luke what it do?
Let's go
What you twerkin' with?
[Verse 2]
I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that ****, talkin' four-door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party, let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt, so drop that pussy, bitch
I got what you want, drop that pussy, bitch (Woo)
Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fuckin' limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke, huh, shout out my bitches, too, huh
We the 2 Live Crew, two for me, two for you (Woo)
Feed them bitches carrots, huh, fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry, that's a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish
[Chorus]
Bounce
What you twerkin' with?
Yeah
Don't stop
What you twerkin' with?
[Verse 3]
I'm about bein' single, seein' double, makin' triple (Right)
I hope you pussy **** hatin' never make a nickel (Right)
It's good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money comin', money goin', ain't like you could take it with you (Alright)
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib and I'm pickin' up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO, that's major shit, Toronto with me, that's mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like K.D., OKC, that's player shit
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike, I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me, man, fuck you and your time difference
I'm Young Papi, Champagne, they know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could prolly pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah! Greystone, twenty bottles, that's all me
On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my **** till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B, so
[Chorus]
Bounce
What you twerkin' with?
Bounce
What you twerkin' with?
[Verse 4]
Bitch! Stop talkin' that shit
And suck a **** dick for some Trukfit
Okay, I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone, bone
I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind 'fore I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch, I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holler like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
[Verse 5]
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And ****, you's a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubik's
Motherfucker, I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick, ho
I'm five-five, but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's Truk the world, it's Truk yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!
[Outro]
Bounce
What you twerkin' with? (Oh, yeah)
I forgot
Bounce
Young Moolah, baby!
What you twerkin' with?
Written by: Anthony Lee Norris, Drake, Harry Wayne Casey, Karim Kharbouch, Luther Campbell, Robert Ross, Wayne Carter, William Roberts