Ca$h Out - She Twerkin (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Cash Out]
See me grabbin' on my tooly
She told him smack her on the booty
She say I got too many hoes
She say I got too many shows
But she twerkin’ (8x)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty gon’ toss that pussy at me like an alley-oop
There’s some bitches in this club, but ain’t none as bad as you
With an ass as fat as yours, watch me make it thunder storm
Flyer than a G-6, come on shawty come aboard
You deserve an award or a trophy, I ain’t jokin’
Looking at it from the front and I can see that ass pokin’
Out your dress, thirty minutes have you coming out your dress
Spend a one night stand with me, make you change your address
Get it on the first night, baby, I ain’t here to judge
Say you want that dope dick, I can be your plug
We can get it in this club, we can get it in the whip
First you gotta show them lips if you tryna get a tip

[Verse 2: Cash Out]
It’s some big booty bitches in the building, ooh-wee
The way she clap her hands, the way she clap her booty
And I’m like “oh my God Becky, look at her butt”
Got called the trashman ‘cause she got some junk in her trunk
She put that arch in her back, she started throwing it back
You know I’m watching it wiggle, I let her grab on my missile
She say I’m fucking tonight, she let me know it’s official
The way she sluprin’ and twerkin’ she might just get her a Birkins

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[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
Grabbing on that tooly, smackin’ on that booty
I told her “twerk” she say “why” I say “why? because I’m Boosie”
I walked off in that club, walked up and I approached her
First she say I was a dog, now she twerkin’ up in my Rover
Surfing up in my Rover, showing off like she supposed to
She ain’t have to tell me smack her ass, I smacked it ‘fore she told me
Got too many hoes, I’m loaded, she twerk on the pole so perfect
Sassy mouth every time she talk, but she show me that she worth it
Twerk

[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign]
She twerk it, she twerk, dropping that ass all the way to the dirt
You know she bad twerkin’ it all in my pants, twerkin’ it all in my shirt
Aww fuck, say she got a man, I’m like “so what?”
Toot it up for a real one with a million, oh yeah (okay)
I got her on that D’Usse
Told her pop that oochie coochie, smack her on the booty
Do it for the Vine, do it for the dollar sign
Pull them panties to the side, girl don’t sigh

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[Verse 5: Kid Ink]
She twerkin’, go ‘head, don’t be nervous
Club hot, it’s the furnace, I know your feet hurtin’
In them heels, so high, no lie for certain
Get away from them squares and throw that in a circle
See me grabbing on the booty, my goonies got the tooly
Said it’s Kid Ink, baby, who the fuck is you confusing?
Bust it, bust it, bust it down bust it bus side of the Bendo
Used to be my old ho, now she acting brand new
Shawty from the hood, tell from her tattoo
Both sides go up, I just call her Lambo
Left, right, l-left, right I hit that Tina Ike
She drop down and twerk it and now I see the light

[Hook]