Waka Flocka Flame, French Montana, Slim Dunkin - Twerk lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Waka Flocka Flame, French Montana, Slim Dunkin - Twerk lyrics]
Another day, drink, smoke
Just another episode
Everything you witness been the realest
Shit you ever saw
Know a couple niggas that be down for that 25
Know a couple bad bitches down
To let the homies ride
Redbone Maserati, two tones, riding shotty
I’ll be low key like cheap coke
Told that snow man: ski slopes
Stuntin' on them niggas, let the haters watch
Black tee, black sneaks, black Bentley watch
Ridin' home team, fuck the other side
Southside on the beat, suicide
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind
I thank the Lord for everything
God gotten given me
Life again when a nigga got shot
I’ve seen a lot of niggas give
Their life to that glass pot
Thank Lord for the blocks
The rocks, the weed, the licks
Shawty, motherfuck a cop so much pain in me
You gonna find your body stinkin' tryin'
To get a name off me bang, bang, homie
I stay Flame, homie, middle finger fuck you
They say I changed homie
Drugs runnin' all through my brain
They say my mind poisoned
(so?) , who wanna catch the venom
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind
I got diamonds on my neck
Real niggas next to me looked up to Heaven
Told mama say a prayer for me
You either real or you ain't
Ain't no in between
Missed me with that shit
I can't catch a dream
I'm about that action nigga
Missed me with that actin' nigga
Potato on the pistol, we be mashin' niggas
Fuck these rap niggas, tell 'em knuckle up
We can take it to street, I'mma fuck 'em up
Tell 'em buckle up, blastin' off to Mars
All we blow is gas, we smokin' race cars
Certified hood nigga, check my face scar
Don't split my team up, we in space bars
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind
Just another episode
Everything you witness been the realest
Shit you ever saw
Know a couple niggas that be down for that 25
Know a couple bad bitches down
To let the homies ride
Redbone Maserati, two tones, riding shotty
I’ll be low key like cheap coke
Told that snow man: ski slopes
Stuntin' on them niggas, let the haters watch
Black tee, black sneaks, black Bentley watch
Ridin' home team, fuck the other side
Southside on the beat, suicide
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind
I thank the Lord for everything
God gotten given me
Life again when a nigga got shot
I’ve seen a lot of niggas give
Their life to that glass pot
Thank Lord for the blocks
The rocks, the weed, the licks
Shawty, motherfuck a cop so much pain in me
You gonna find your body stinkin' tryin'
To get a name off me bang, bang, homie
I stay Flame, homie, middle finger fuck you
They say I changed homie
Drugs runnin' all through my brain
They say my mind poisoned
(so?) , who wanna catch the venom
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind
I got diamonds on my neck
Real niggas next to me looked up to Heaven
Told mama say a prayer for me
You either real or you ain't
Ain't no in between
Missed me with that shit
I can't catch a dream
I'm about that action nigga
Missed me with that actin' nigga
Potato on the pistol, we be mashin' niggas
Fuck these rap niggas, tell 'em knuckle up
We can take it to street, I'mma fuck 'em up
Tell 'em buckle up, blastin' off to Mars
All we blow is gas, we smokin' race cars
Certified hood nigga, check my face scar
Don't split my team up, we in space bars
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don’t want that ho, bitch I’m on my grind