Twerk Da Yop, Pt. 2

Goth Radio 25

I'm twerking the choppa on foe
I’m twerking the yoppa
I'm twerking the choppa on foe
I'm twerking the choppa
I’m twerking the yoppa like flam
I'm twerking the yoppa on foe
I'm twerking the choppa like flam
I'm twerking the yoppa
I'm twerking the yoppa like flam
I'm twerking the yoppa on foe
I'm twerking the yoppa like flam
I'm twerking the choppa like flam
I’m twerking the yoppa like flam
I’m twerking the yoppa

I'm twerking the choppa like flam
These racks can’t fit in my pants
These racks keep calling my hands
I'm pink kill like Killa Cam
M-I-A, I slide through them bands
My shooter slide through them bricks
Grip pole it's my brand new stick
Full of sticks with them slices slit
If you see me, you see me, I'm dancing
Bitch, I pop out the cut, I’m dancing
My Burberry look like a Grayson
Inside, I feel like I'm dancing
I'm sliding, you see me, I'm blessin'
If you sliding, you see me with glicks
And remember my partners was scammin'
Remember my partners was scammin'
Dirty walk around look like vamps
Yeah, that boy tied, look like a Timb'
Boy running off in no gym
Pull up Southside, caught like a shrimp
My twin like Billy and Mandy
My twin like Billy and Mandy
I'm twerking the choppa like flam