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GABE GREY lyrics : "TWERK SUMTHIN"

Just when you lames claimed "best around"
Tha boy came in the game and I swiped the crown
Lazy Kev on the beat so you like the sound

These hoes, they never eat they just bite my style

They liking me now, studying my whole demeanor

Got that Mean Girls flow and I'm the Black Regina
So 1 for Hollywood and 2 more Beamers
3 bottles of Henney and None for Gretchen Weiners


But it's Friday night, I'm sipping James & Miller
Coatin my stomach, eatin rap lames for dinner

Margiela shades, Rick Owens shirts and denim
Pardon my wave, I'm bout to hang 10 on a ^!$$%


Sparked the blaze, rolled up, scooped the squad
And when we show up at the spot they salute the God
And if you wonder why ya the broad keep disappearing

Cause we get it turnt UP like we hard of hearing ^!$$%

Cake like a birthday

I'm talkin 3 course meal, call it first date
And I want it in the worst way
It's like a ice cold beer and I'm thirsty


So is you down for that?
I aint worried bout your man, sweet brown to that

I mean, we could go around the back
Aint from the hood, but im bout to go to town on that


HOOK x 2

If it's worth sumthin

Then baby twerk sumthin
Bend ya back, make it clap
But don't hurt nuttin

If you murk sumthin
Then i mite squirt sumthin
Now baby do the kat stacks

Come slurp sumthin

VERSE


Hit a split, hit a dip, get three 10s
Send pics to my phone, lets be friends

I know you aint come alone but pretend
That you need a brotha who can smoke some weed n


Be the other lover find a hotel sleep in
Chill under the covers for the whole damn weekend
Keep it real, we can count the stars

Tell ya man what's the deal, like you count the cards

And if that ^!$$% come wrong tryna flex my way

Cuz uh, you aint respond to his texts all day
By the end of this song singing Marvin Gaye
Lets get it on, then we on to the next like Jay


They say, he kinda mean, this handsome bloke
But spit a hot 16, Chris Hanson flow

And he toke a lotta green at the Manson show
Rhymes sick - got a disease, got cancer flow ^!$$%


I am the beast
Tank is runnin low, think I need to feast
Off top outta control think I need a leash

I got the demon flow, think I need a priest

Soul'd Out like a festival

Lazy turnip the beet, no vegetable
We ball hard, no !@*^
and bets believe dat my team gon' be next to blow ^!$$%!


HOOK x 2


If it's worth sumthin
Then baby twerk sumthin
Bend ya back, make it clap
But don't hurt nuttin
If you murk sumthin

Then i mite squirt sumthin
Now baby do the kat stacks
Come slurp sumthin

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