Twerkin Like Miley Songtext

Pull up at the club in a Gotti
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
Miley, Miley, Miley
Pull up to the club in a Rrari
Pull up to the club in a Gotti

She twerking like Miley, I'm just stepping in the party
Yellow diamonds shorty, pulling up in that Aston Martin
Ferrari, Ferrari, Bugatti, I would never say that I'm sorry
I would never say that I'm sorry 'cause she is twerking like Miley
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like sorry
She drop it, she drop it, she pocket
She' she dropping, she twerking, won't stop it
I love it, I love it, I love it
She twerking like Miley in public
She licking, I love it, she does it
Yes, I love it the way that she does it
She twerking like Miley, I step in the party
I pull in the Gotti, I'm all a Ferrari I step in the party, I do not say sorry
That's that Miley, followed by Rrari
Soulja Boy tell ‘em I'm friend of the party
I'm starting the party, one of them says that she wanted a party
My mind on Miley, she twerking like Miley
Oh my God, darling
Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri
Leaving out the club in a Gotti, a Gotti
Soulja Boy still in a party
Oh my God, she twerking like Miley

Turn up
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
Turn up
Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri
Roll out the club in a Gotti
Twerking like Miley

You know I don't say sorry
And she keep twerking like Miley
I'm rolling up in Ferraris and I'm driving in Aston Martins
I'm living in mansions and condos
While she twerking in our apartments
I'm living in mansions and condos
While she twerking in our apartments
She twerking like her name is Miley
I'm loving the way that she winding
She twerking and drop all the time
She running, she all in my mind
I'm running these plans and I'm throwing no games
And I'm throwing ‘ signs
I'm running, I'm planning, I'm taking these trains
And I'm throwing money like gang signs
She twerking it like Miley Cyrus
I'm like baby, I need to try this
I'm smoking on kush, get the highest
We hop on my jet and start flying
She licking my pants, she must be a fan
I'm like baby, I am no stylist
Hop up on this dick, get to riding
Soulja Boy, tell ‘em I'm styling
Pull up to the club in a Rrari
Pull up other club in a Gotti, in a Gotti
Soulja Boy still in a party, in a party
Oh my God, she twerking like Miley

Turn up
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
Oh my God, she twerking like Miley
She twerking like Miley, she twerking like Miley
Oh my God, my God, she twerking like Miley
Miley, Miley
Twerking it, she twerking it
She twerking it, she twerking it
Twerking like Miley