She Twerkin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Ells, seven, squells
Squell bells, what the f*ck?
Break that b*tch purse, man
(Gunplay!)

[Bridge]
She see me grabbing on my tulip
She told me smack on her booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows

[Hook (x2)]
She workin', she twerkin'
I'm pimpin', you simpin'

[Verse]
I'm pimping like I'm [?]
Your'e simping like you should
My face all on my poster
Counting, gripping, gripping wood
Under surveillance, police need a bigger lense 'cuz
I bought another rollie, and a bigger Benz
b*tches f*ck with me, they know
They gotta break their purse
She choosin' with the best
'Cuz she's stressing with the worst
Your'e f*cking with the trill
The other n*ggas just prototypes
Don Logan, [?] might, I don't even hold a mic
Lame-ass n*ggas singing songs for these di*ksuckers
Same song she playing
While she let another trick f*ck her
Time equals money, so hoe ya better c*ck it
b*tch better suck it in my pocket like a rocket
[Bridge + Hook (x2)]