Soulja Boy - Twerkin Like Miley Lyrics
I’m riding in a Gotti, I’m riding in a RrariAll these niggas in a party, in a partyPull up to the club in a Rrari, in a RrariIn the club off a Gotti, off a GottiShe bad and she twerking like MileyTurn upShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyPull up to the club in a Rrari, in a RrariPull up at the club in a GottiShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyMiley, Miley, MileyPull up to the club in a RrariPull up to the club in a GottiShe twerking like Miley, I’m just stepping in the partyYellow diamonds shorty, pulling up in that Aston MartinFerrari, Ferrari, Bugatti, I would never say that I’m sorryI would never say that I’m sorry ’cause she is twerking like MileyShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like sorryShe drop it, she drop it, she pocketShe’ she dropping, she twerking, won’t stop itI love it, I love it, I love itShe twerking like Miley in publicShe licking, I love it, she does itYes, I love it the way that she does itShe twerking like Miley, I step in the partyI pull in the Gotti, I’m all a FerrariI step in the party, I do not say sorryThat’s that Miley, followed by RrariSoulja Boy tell ‘em I’m friend of the partyI’m starting the party, one of them says that she wanted a partyMy mind on Miley, she twerking like MileyOh my God, darlingPull up in the club in a Rrari, in a RarriLeaving out the club in a Gotti, a GottiSoulja Boy still in a partyOh my God, she twerking like MileyTurn upShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyTurn upPull up in the club in a Rrari, in a RarriRoll out the club in a GottiTwerking like MileyYou know I don’t say sorryAnd she keep twerking like MileyI’m rolling up in Ferraris and I’m driving in Aston MartinsI’m living in mansions and condosWhile she twerking in our apartmentsI’m living in mansions and condosWhile she twerking in our apartmentsShe twerking like her name is MileyI’m loving the way that she windingShe twerking and drop all the timeShe running, she all in my mindI’m running these plans and I’m throwing no gamesAnd I’m throwing ‘ signsI’m running, I’m planning, I’m taking these trainsAnd I’m throwing money like gang signsShe twerking it like Miley CyrusI’m like baby, I need to try thisI’m smoking on kush, get the highestWe hop on my jet and start flyingShe licking my pants, she must be a fanI’m like baby, I am no stylistHop up on this dick, get to ridingSoulja Boy, tell ‘em I’m stylingPull up to the club in a RrariPull up other club in a Gotti, in a GottiSoulja Boy still in a party, in a partyOh my God, she twerking like MileyTurn upShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyOh my God, she twerking like MileyShe twerking like Miley, she twerking like MileyOh my God, my God, she twerking like MileyMiley, MileyTwerking it, she twerking itShe twerking it, she twerking itTwerking like Miley
