Ghetts - Twerk off work lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Twerk off work lyrics]
Hit me on that chirp chirp
Nigga we got work work anything you need
Lean pills dope weed i can't slow my speed
Hater what do you mean
Thousand for the jeans
You got this shit pleeeeasee!
In the fast lane going
Smoking on some potent
Rolling rolling rolling
Drive it like it's stolen
Siping on patron and hookah burning blowing
They act like the know it
But they don’t really know shiiiiiiit
Oh shit niggas bitches on some hoe shit
My chic more gangsta than these niggas
If I say get em lotta shit fly and it hit em
Hit em up like pac shit
Cause they like to gossiiiiiiiip
Hit me on that chirp chirp
Nigga we got work work anything you need
Lean pills dope weed i can't slow my speed
Hater what do you mean
Thousand for the jeans
You got this shit pleeeeasee!
Shells burn yo that's some hot shiiiiiiiit
On fire we got it profit profit profit
Know it’s all about that guap shit
Money Mula cash doe chedda
We know how to stack it better
Bitches on they knees dollars flying cheese
Feds is watching in my city
But you know we still gon get it
If she here this twerk twerk
Fiends lean and twerk off work
This just how it go fast cars paper and hoes
They talk like they got doe
But all them niggas broooke!
Nigga we got work work anything you need
Lean pills dope weed i can't slow my speed
Hater what do you mean
Thousand for the jeans
You got this shit pleeeeasee!
In the fast lane going
Smoking on some potent
Rolling rolling rolling
Drive it like it's stolen
Siping on patron and hookah burning blowing
They act like the know it
But they don’t really know shiiiiiiit
Oh shit niggas bitches on some hoe shit
My chic more gangsta than these niggas
If I say get em lotta shit fly and it hit em
Hit em up like pac shit
Cause they like to gossiiiiiiiip
Hit me on that chirp chirp
Nigga we got work work anything you need
Lean pills dope weed i can't slow my speed
Hater what do you mean
Thousand for the jeans
You got this shit pleeeeasee!
Shells burn yo that's some hot shiiiiiiiit
On fire we got it profit profit profit
Know it’s all about that guap shit
Money Mula cash doe chedda
We know how to stack it better
Bitches on they knees dollars flying cheese
Feds is watching in my city
But you know we still gon get it
If she here this twerk twerk
Fiends lean and twerk off work
This just how it go fast cars paper and hoes
They talk like they got doe
But all them niggas broooke!