[Lyric] Twerk Up (Lardi B)

Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up

I walk in, they see me
They allw anna be me
I’m twerkin’, they screamin’
I got what they seekin’
I got what the feenin’
I got my own rings and i buy my own things
And ya’ll must be dreamin’
Gucci, louis, fendi, prada
Chanel, Armani, Docle and Gabbana
Told my bitches “grab your shit,” we skurt to the Bahamas
Know that i’m a savage, bitch, i put that on my momma

Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m fucked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m fucked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, bitch
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, bitch

Got so much ice in my mouth, it’s a problem
Put some sun glasses on, boy, i might blind ya
Fast cars, late nights, is that your man? he lookin’ nice
I might take him for the night, threw the line, he took a bite
This my flex, show me respect
Pay me my check, breakin’ they neck
Drinkin’ it up, double my cup
Don’t give a fuuuck, we turnin’ up

Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m fucked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m fucked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, bitch
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, bitch