This is a song about "She likes to twerk"

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

They call me say, word

Here i go again, searching for love

But she try to twerk like miley cyrus,

She likes casinos every other night

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

His kid is free to say, "my dad's a hero, a catwoman, he even likes milking me"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I got a bad bitch and she likes to get dirty, i got my own swag and you know that