Auburn, Mann - Jerk Song lyrics
[Auburn, Mann - Jerk Song lyrics]
She jerk he jerk
I'm a j-E-R-K
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk i'mma-I'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
Tell the DJ you can play my jerk song
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk i'mma-I'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
Tell the DJ you can play my jerk song
Rocking to the function with
My fans all black
Tighten up the strap to ratchet's backpack
They tryna swagsurf
But I had to bring it back
Cause, I learned about the stands
And I had it downpacked
First I bust a twist, then I dip real low
Do the reject and a pause on my toes
Girlies in the function with my
Curlies and the function they surprised
I see them rolling their eyes when he blushed
J-E-R-K, is what you can call me errday
Is that Gabby? Where she at?
Is she jerking? What is that?
Had to break it down with my
Label chain and fitting cap
West! Hey sis, let me kick it one time
O-K, K-O, knock 'em out: punchline
Who thought about the jerk? Who
You thought? No other
Than a younger B-Dayboy, West LA
Your brother been a DJ brother
Hit 'em with the sneaky swag-swag
If you can't jerk
You're the people that we laugh at
Ha ha ha ha
You're rejected like the running man
Nobody can jerk like M-A double-N
J-E-R-K, is what you can call me errday
Is that Mann? Where he at?
Is he jerking? What is that?
I'm a track, jerk women, Cali ba ba ba back
Go Beezy, do your thing girl, twerk
But, if you step to me
Better know how to jerk
Rocking skinny jeans, fresh cut, look clean
Got a steez real mean
That's my lil' boo thang
Ha, he said you a jerk
I told 'em that little thing never heard
Four T-shirt, best to leave, I'm a flirt
Port 'em to the dance flo' and
Made 'em hold my purse
JR, you're are now officially a jerk
Because of this song
Tell the DJ: You can play my jerk song
I'm a j-E-R-K
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk i'mma-I'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
Tell the DJ you can play my jerk song
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk i'mma-I'mma get my jerk on
I'mma get my jerk on i'mma get my jerk on
Tell the DJ you can play my jerk song
Rocking to the function with
My fans all black
Tighten up the strap to ratchet's backpack
They tryna swagsurf
But I had to bring it back
Cause, I learned about the stands
And I had it downpacked
First I bust a twist, then I dip real low
Do the reject and a pause on my toes
Girlies in the function with my
Curlies and the function they surprised
I see them rolling their eyes when he blushed
J-E-R-K, is what you can call me errday
Is that Gabby? Where she at?
Is she jerking? What is that?
Had to break it down with my
Label chain and fitting cap
West! Hey sis, let me kick it one time
O-K, K-O, knock 'em out: punchline
Who thought about the jerk? Who
You thought? No other
Than a younger B-Dayboy, West LA
Your brother been a DJ brother
Hit 'em with the sneaky swag-swag
If you can't jerk
You're the people that we laugh at
Ha ha ha ha
You're rejected like the running man
Nobody can jerk like M-A double-N
J-E-R-K, is what you can call me errday
Is that Mann? Where he at?
Is he jerking? What is that?
I'm a track, jerk women, Cali ba ba ba back
Go Beezy, do your thing girl, twerk
But, if you step to me
Better know how to jerk
Rocking skinny jeans, fresh cut, look clean
Got a steez real mean
That's my lil' boo thang
Ha, he said you a jerk
I told 'em that little thing never heard
Four T-shirt, best to leave, I'm a flirt
Port 'em to the dance flo' and
Made 'em hold my purse
JR, you're are now officially a jerk
Because of this song
Tell the DJ: You can play my jerk song