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(feat. Sons of Funk) [Mo B. Dick/(Sons of Funk)] [Chorus] Won't you get up on it. (Twerk something for me) Won't you get up on it. (Twerk something, twerk something.) [Mo B. Dick] I can't believe how you doing this to me You know I want it baby, honey can't you see Girl you so damn fine, your like the bowl of health You better stop it girl cause I can't help myself It's got them shame and you really need to stop They oughta lock you up with that ass that you got What I'm trying to say is that your wrong for all that path You must be jelly girl cause jam don't shake like that [Mo B. Dick/Sons Of Funk] [Chorus] [Sons of Funk] And that's the man, like the way that you twerk'n me I won't stop pushing till I'm between 'em sheets I like that pretty brown round when you lay it down Girl don't stop just twerk me Letras de cancionesCome and get this dollar with that booty that you jiggle Let me take you to the back so I can sample just a little It's my birthday so I want the via piece Special me and you and your girlfriend on that other level Flip floppin' drawers droppin' buck naked to the bone If you didn't come to fuck bring your stanky ass home Cause ain't nothing but some freaks actin' bad as they wanna Twerk something, hurt something, bounce that ass, get up on it girl [Mo B. Dick/Sons Of Funk] [Chorus] [Mo B. Dick] You gotta twerk for them dollars girl You gotta twerk for them benjamins You gotta twerk for them tibbets girl You gotta twerk to get paid From Letras Mania