DJ Holiday - Miley lyrics

[Hook: Waka] I’mma throw these bands (twerk) Girl, clap that a** (twerk) I’mma throw these bands (twerk) Girl, clap that a** (twerk) Girl bust it, break your back for a real n***a (twerk) Girl bust it, break your back for a real n***a (twerk) I’mma throw these bands (twerk) Girl, clap that a** (twerk) I’mma throw these bands (twerk) Girl, clap that a** (twerk) Girl bust it, break your back for a real n***a (twerk) Girl bust it, break your back for a real n***a (twerk) [Bridge: Waka] Booty shakin’ contest, booty shakin’ contest Booty shakin’ contest, booty shaking’ contest At my shows, I’m blowin’ hoes, my haters catchin’ contacts At my shows, I’m blowin’ hoes, my haters catchin’ contacts [Verse 1: Waka] Hold up! (Poppin’ bands, poppin’ bands) Throw a, throw a, ‘nother rack If her booty flat, a** shots, I’ll pay for that (turn up) Hoe so f**in’ big like where my neighbours at? (I’m flexin’) Hit the club, white tee, gold j**elry and a Falcon hat p**y so good I had to film that For a dollar, friends like “where my feelings at?” I’m a, I’m a, I’m a baller f** her once and never ever, ever call her You know her a** fat, we see her booty crack With her jeans on, this her theme song Money pile on her, f**in’ ringtone (p**y) Freakin’ in the club with a million hoes [Hook: Waka] [Bridge: Waka] [Verse 2: Wiz] Go on and bust it open for a real n***a Left your man at home, he just a lil’ n***a Let you hit this pen and taste a little liquor My name is on them bands like Tommy Hilfiger I f** my b**h then take her out and chill wit her You get a model, don’t know how to deal wit her Real n***a, so I’mma keep it real with her That p**y so wet you ’bout to k** a n***a I got weed, I got wax, shorty Said she want them dollars, what you need? I’ve got racks, I’ve got cribs, I’ve got plaques I’ve got homegirl and her friend Ass fat like the whole world in my hands [Hook: Waka] [Bridge: Waka]