Lyrics She Twerkin Freestyle - Zuse

She Twerkin Freestyle

I ain’t never gave a fuck
And I never gave a damn
I ain’t never gave a fuck
And I never gave a damn
I ain’t never gave a fuck and I never gave a damn
Had a pot, had a pan, had a stove, had a plan
I did it with my homie, yeah I did it for my fams
Got 'em from my mans, broke 'em down into grams
Had a trap going ham, had a trap gone bunk
Cash out then I stomp, two grams then a blunk
Real nigga not a pawn, you a pussy, you a punk
Did your hoe, then I park, got a chopper in the trunk
Slow hoe got me numb, gotta get it when you’re young
If I got it, get you some, none of y’all ain’t get me none
With the beef filet mignon, chew a rapper, bubblegum
I ain’t never been a bum and I ain’t never been a lane
I ain’t never been the type to ever try and tuck my chain
I ain’t never been the type to have you call me out my name
I’m the type to put the motherfucking money over fame
Fuck your wife and run a train, fuck your life and why you came
I can tell you 'bout the paper and the power and the pain
I ain’t never had a job but I’ve been working like a slave
Aim up, Mary-Jane, cooking up, sugar cane
Make it rock, I hit the block, I stack it up then make it rain
Just to show these pussy niggas we won’t ever be the same
Had a bullet with your name but Jino got the Yoga Flame
Tell the hater go away or I’mma leave you where you stay
Got the dope like I’m a J and Ollie got the mini-K
Got a L to slow the, need a M to keep me straight
I never had a nigga put his hands up in my face
You a worm, you a bait, eat the beat like a steak
Shitting on you niggas, yeah I got a tummy ache
Tell the rest they gotta wait, I got too much on my plate
I got bars, where my chase, I got flow, I’m a wave
Are you lost?
I’m amazed, are you people entertained?
Switch it up on niggas just to show it ain’t a game
All of mi gun dem ready, hmph
Thug life like Machiavelli, hmph
Haunt them like mi a Freddie, hmph
Go ham like it’s a deli, hmph
All of mi thug dem a roll out strap
Tell me, hm, what you know 'bout that?
Poik poik poik when the four-four clap
Po-po ask, mi don’t know 'bout crap
All of mi thug dem a roll it back
None of my thug dem a know 'bout that
None of my thug dem a know 'bout rap
Hm, your wife?
Mi a whore out that
Hmm, rubber, skrrt, mi flow wrote that
Smoke, give me
Skrrt, pull up, stop
Bumboclaat, it’s so easy, you know giving flows to the needy