Twerk A Little - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Twerk A Little - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Bubba Sparxxx |
| Artist | Timbaland |
| Album | Dark Days, Bright Nights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mosley | |
| [bubba] feel me | |
| [timbaland] | |
| Uhh! .. uhh! | |
| C'mon, c'mon, ah c'mon, ah c'mon | |
| Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma's house | |
| In your daughter's guts, or just spazzin out | |
| Me and bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout | |
| Pickin up betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts | |
| We got the clout to make you bounce a little | |
| We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled | |
| C'mon bubba let's surround this biddle | |
| While you work the back bit timbaland work the middle | |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh! i see ya see ya smile | |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh! down comes your blouse | |
| Timb' been around 'em all | |
| From white to black, even magnoli-all | |
| To hit 'em in project halls | |
| In back of the streets maybe right in front of y'all (ha ha ha) | |
| Timb' and bubba is a problem y'all | |
| It's like hip-hop, meets effin tim mcgraw | |
| We two fools and don't take no mess | |
| Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest | |
| He's country finest, i'm country best | |
| Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c'mon | |
| [chorus 2x: timbaland] | |
| Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it | |
| Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it | |
| Go on! witcha bad self | |
| C'mon! witcha bad self | |
| [bubba sparxxx] | |
| I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund | |
| Fitted boy and polo, and she ain't even got a son | |
| Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some | |
| Here betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done | |
| You can shake for dem but bet that you don't profit none | |
| I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one | |
| While you by the bar i grab your boy a shot of rum | |
| I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop i got the runs | |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh! why they all on timmy? | |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh! ten grand is all they give me | |
| Still got a grand left, can i let my hand rest | |
| Right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast | |
| I might just snap back and cuss a broad | |
| But this bitch is truly blessed so i must applaud | |
| In and out of every club in less than a hour | |
| Sprinkle on a little pervis like i'm fresh out the shower | |
| Ohhhh! and rest assured timmy runnin with bubba | |
| We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other | |
| And we'll probably do the same thang next monday evening | |
| I gotta ride this bentley home cause timmy's out so we leavin, now | |
| [chorus] | |
| [female singer] | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| [timbaland] | |
| I'm comin baby as fast as i can | |
| So while you're waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh | |
| [female singer] | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| [bubba] | |
| Thank you timmy, i don't mind yo' sloppy seconds | |
| But when i send her back to you i bet we both infected | |
| [female singer] | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| [timbaland] | |
| Bubba won'tcha just do what i tell ya | |
| She got some good snapper (yes she do) damnit didn't i tell ya? | |
| [female singer] | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| .. won't you put in my mouth, won't you put in my mouth? | |
| [bubba] | |
| Now, that's what i'm talkin 'bout! | |
| [chorus] - 1.5x |
| zuo qu : Mosley | |
| bubba feel me | |
| timbaland | |
| Uhh! .. uhh! | |
| C' mon, c' mon, ah c' mon, ah c' mon | |
| Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma' s house | |
| In your daughter' s guts, or just spazzin out | |
| Me and bubba know what the hell we talkin ' bout | |
| Pickin up betty' s like they was beans and brussel sprouts | |
| We got the clout to make you bounce a little | |
| We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled | |
| C' mon bubba let' s surround this biddle | |
| While you work the back bit timbaland work the middle | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! i see ya see ya smile | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! down comes your blouse | |
| Timb' been around ' em all | |
| From white to black, even magnoliall | |
| To hit ' em in project halls | |
| In back of the streets maybe right in front of y' all ha ha ha | |
| Timb' and bubba is a problem y' all | |
| It' s like hiphop, meets effin tim mcgraw | |
| We two fools and don' t take no mess | |
| Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest | |
| He' s country finest, i' m country best | |
| Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c' mon | |
| chorus 2x: timbaland | |
| Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it | |
| Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it | |
| Go on! witcha bad self | |
| C' mon! witcha bad self | |
| bubba sparxxx | |
| I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund | |
| Fitted boy and polo, and she ain' t even got a son | |
| Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some | |
| Here betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done | |
| You can shake for dem but bet that you don' t profit none | |
| I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one | |
| While you by the bar i grab your boy a shot of rum | |
| I' m the shit to the point you gotta stop i got the runs | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! why they all on timmy? | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! ten grand is all they give me | |
| Still got a grand left, can i let my hand rest | |
| Right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast | |
| I might just snap back and cuss a broad | |
| But this bitch is truly blessed so i must applaud | |
| In and out of every club in less than a hour | |
| Sprinkle on a little pervis like i' m fresh out the shower | |
| Ohhhh! and rest assured timmy runnin with bubba | |
| We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other | |
| And we' ll probably do the same thang next monday evening | |
| I gotta ride this bentley home cause timmy' s out so we leavin, now | |
| chorus | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| timbaland | |
| I' m comin baby as fast as i can | |
| So while you' re waitin won' tcha go ' head and talk to my man, uh | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| bubba | |
| Thank you timmy, i don' t mind yo' sloppy seconds | |
| But when i send her back to you i bet we both infected | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| timbaland | |
| Bubba won' tcha just do what i tell ya | |
| She got some good snapper yes she do damnit didn' t i tell ya? | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| .. won' t you put in my mouth, won' t you put in my mouth? | |
| bubba | |
| Now, that' s what i' m talkin ' bout! | |
| chorus 1. 5x |
| zuò qǔ : Mosley | |
| bubba feel me | |
| timbaland | |
| Uhh! .. uhh! | |
| C' mon, c' mon, ah c' mon, ah c' mon | |
| Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma' s house | |
| In your daughter' s guts, or just spazzin out | |
| Me and bubba know what the hell we talkin ' bout | |
| Pickin up betty' s like they was beans and brussel sprouts | |
| We got the clout to make you bounce a little | |
| We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled | |
| C' mon bubba let' s surround this biddle | |
| While you work the back bit timbaland work the middle | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! i see ya see ya smile | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! down comes your blouse | |
| Timb' been around ' em all | |
| From white to black, even magnoliall | |
| To hit ' em in project halls | |
| In back of the streets maybe right in front of y' all ha ha ha | |
| Timb' and bubba is a problem y' all | |
| It' s like hiphop, meets effin tim mcgraw | |
| We two fools and don' t take no mess | |
| Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest | |
| He' s country finest, i' m country best | |
| Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c' mon | |
| chorus 2x: timbaland | |
| Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it | |
| Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it | |
| Go on! witcha bad self | |
| C' mon! witcha bad self | |
| bubba sparxxx | |
| I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund | |
| Fitted boy and polo, and she ain' t even got a son | |
| Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some | |
| Here betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done | |
| You can shake for dem but bet that you don' t profit none | |
| I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one | |
| While you by the bar i grab your boy a shot of rum | |
| I' m the shit to the point you gotta stop i got the runs | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! why they all on timmy? | |
| Uhoh, uhoh! ten grand is all they give me | |
| Still got a grand left, can i let my hand rest | |
| Right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast | |
| I might just snap back and cuss a broad | |
| But this bitch is truly blessed so i must applaud | |
| In and out of every club in less than a hour | |
| Sprinkle on a little pervis like i' m fresh out the shower | |
| Ohhhh! and rest assured timmy runnin with bubba | |
| We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other | |
| And we' ll probably do the same thang next monday evening | |
| I gotta ride this bentley home cause timmy' s out so we leavin, now | |
| chorus | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| timbaland | |
| I' m comin baby as fast as i can | |
| So while you' re waitin won' tcha go ' head and talk to my man, uh | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| bubba | |
| Thank you timmy, i don' t mind yo' sloppy seconds | |
| But when i send her back to you i bet we both infected | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| timbaland | |
| Bubba won' tcha just do what i tell ya | |
| She got some good snapper yes she do damnit didn' t i tell ya? | |
| female singer | |
| I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye | |
| Come up here and rub up on my thigh | |
| .. won' t you put in my mouth, won' t you put in my mouth? | |
| bubba | |
| Now, that' s what i' m talkin ' bout! | |
| chorus 1. 5x |
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