Soulja Boy - Twerkin Like Miley lyrics

I'm riding in a Gotti, I'm riding in a Rrari All these n***as in a party, in a party Pull up to the club in a Rrari, in a Rrari In the club off a Gotti, off a Gotti She bad and she t**ng like Miley Turn up She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley Pull up to the club in a Rrari, in a Rrari Pull up at the club in a Gotti She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley Miley, Miley, Miley Pull up to the club in a Rrari Pull up to the club in a Gotti She t**ng like Miley, I'm just stepping in the party Yellow diamonds shorty, pulling up in that Aston Martin Ferrari, Ferrari, Bugatti, I would never say that I'm sorry I would never say that I'm sorry 'cause she is t**ng like Miley She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like sorry She drop it, she drop it, she pocket She' she dropping, she t**ng, won't stop it I love it, I love it, I love it She t**ng like Miley in public She licking, I love it, she does it Yes, I love it the way that she does it She t**ng like Miley, I step in the party I pull in the Gotti, I'm all a Ferrari I step in the party, I do not say sorry That's that Miley, followed by Rrari Soulja Boy tell 'em I'm friend of the party I'm starting the party, one of them says that she wanted a party My mind on Miley, she t**ng like Miley Oh my God, darling Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri Leaving out the club in a Gotti, a Gotti Soulja Boy still in a party Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley Turn up She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley Turn up Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri Roll out the club in a Gotti Twerking like Miley You know I don't say sorry And she keep t**ng like Miley I'm rolling up in Ferraris and I'm driving in Aston Martins I'm living in mansions and condos While she t**ng in our apartments I'm living in mansions and condos While she t**ng in our apartments She t**ng like her name is Miley I'm loving the way that she winding She t**ng and drop all the time She running, she all in my mind I'm running these plans and I'm throwing no games And I'm throwing ' signs I'm running, I'm planning, I'm taking these trains And I'm throwing money like gang signs She t**ng it like Miley Cyrus I'm like baby, I need to try this I'm smoking on kush, get the highest We hop on my jet and start flying She licking my pants, she must be a fan I'm like baby, I am no stylist Hop up on this dick, get to riding Soulja Boy, tell 'em I'm styling Pull up to the club in a Rrari Pull up other club in a Gotti, in a Gotti Soulja Boy still in a party, in a party Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley Turn up She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley Oh my God, my God, she t**ng like Miley Miley, Miley Twerking it, she t**ng it She t**ng it, she t**ng it Twerking like Miley