Twerk Dat, Pop That

[Hook: Trick Trick]

Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that)

Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that)

Go ahead baby (twerk, twerk dat, pop that)

Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that)

Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that)

Turn down for what now (twerk, twerk dat, pop that)

Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that)

Let me see you drop it down now (twerk, twerk, twerk dat, pop that)

[Verse 1: Trick Trick]

Who said gangstas don't do that? Cause they lying

In the back of the pussy club, so mine

Getting drenched by the cheese, spend 'em rain or shine

They head to another one, can't decline

What up to the DJ, straight to the back

Ten racks to the waitress, change for all that

Twenty something years old, ass so fat

Them boys in the club, D hats all black

Tops coming off, ass on the floor

Guess ten ain't enough, so I gotta get more

They'll lose their mind if I head to the door

They don't love me, they love the bread I blow

God damn, got em on they hands and they knees

Scratching after scratch like rats for the cheese

I'm a dog, I even got scratch for the fleas

Touch your money, touch your knees

[Hook]

[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"]

I've got a white girl

She's a dancer

She do whatever I say, no matter what I ask her

Her action's the answer

Of course she know I got a black girl

Who's also a dancer

Don't talk about your life, don't wanna hear about your bottles and ice

Cause we got Marshall out the house tonight

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I’m in VIP with no ID with a pint of beam

Like I’m chiefing and wylin’ the fuck out like Bieber at nineteen

Or Ice-T in the in the 90s

Frightening in some Nikes slut, nice D’s

There a slight breeze? Don’t like me? Well then bite me

There might be a better chance of flight 370 turning up than us, bitch (highly unlikely)

Little dyke think ‘cause I’m Libra - you're Pisces, and you’re feisty

That you're like me, that you might find that we’re like minded

We ain’t nothing alike Diva, you like sleeves

I'm a wife beater you white tease

Bet you like skiing on white skis

The way you’re damaging yourself on the poles

Why don’t you grab this one and do the right thing like Spike Lee

And look out like you’re sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the (God damn)

Shake that ass and titties Cassidy felt that

Dick so fat it could practically snap her chastity belt strap

Standing all in the back where my hotels at

She actually fell back and landed on somebody else’s lap

And laughed, thought she sat on Pharell’s hat

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trick Trick]

Fresh out of damn near everything I had

Lil homie, just grabbed the whole damn bag

I could spin all year, never blow my stacks

Getting white boy wasted, hold my mag

Back to the spot, roll some up

So blown last night I toked some up

Lookers want anything, ain't got enough

In the club without bra's ready to get fucked

They drinking, smoking, touching, rubbing

Rolling, crowd's in love with my thugging

Licking, tasting, kissing, sucking

SHIT! Tryna see who want fucking

Drop that thong, grab that pole

Bend it over, let me see what I can do with that (OH!)

Stack so big it ain't never gonna fall

All the money I spend, you ain't never gonna close

[Hook]

• Artist:Trick-Trick