Twerk Up lyrics
by Lardi B
[Intro]
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
[Verse 1]
I walk in, they see me
They allw anna be me
I’m twerkin’, they screamin’
I got what they seekin’
I got what the feenin’
I got my own rings and i buy my own things
And ya’ll must be dreamin’
Gucci, louis, fendi, prada
Chanel, Armani, Docle and Gabbana
Told my b*tches “grab your sh*t,” we skurt to the Bahamas
Know that i’m a savage, b*tch, i put that on my momma
[Hook]
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m f*cked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m f*cked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
[Post-Hook]
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, b*tch
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, b*tch
[Verse 2]
Got so much ice in my mouth, it’s a problem
Put some sun glasses on, boy, i might blind ya
Fast cars, late nights, is that your man? he lookin’ nice
I might take him for the night, threw the line, he took a bite
This my flex, show me respect
Pay me my check, breakin’ they neck
Drinkin’ it up, double my cup
Don’t give a fuuuck, we turnin’ up
[Hook]
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m f*cked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up
Turn your twerk up, whussup?
Yeah, i’m f*cked up, so what?
Tear the club up, yeah, yeah
[Post-Hook]
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, b*tch
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Turn your twerk up
Shake that ass, b*tch