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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Booty got the motion, call it ocean tide,
Breakin' down the floor when the hips collide.
Diamonds on the neck lookin' petrified,
She make the bass thump, got the room electrified.
[Chorus]
Twerk it, girl, got the whole block shook,
Got the night on fire, call her Chef with the look.
Cinnabon twist, got the fellas all hooked,
Money rainin' down, leave the ground overlooked.
[Verse 2]
White teeth flashin', grill gold like sun,
Southside queen, every move weighs a ton.
Clap sound sharper than a snare drum run,
Bounce game hotter than the midday sun.
[Bridge]
She a masterpiece, work of rhythm and grind,
Curves like poetry, blowin' my mind.
Every move calculated, clockwork, realigned,
Dirty South royalty, hard to define.
[Verse 3]
Booty talkin' louder than a Southern preacher,
Every drop of sweat worth a Kanye feature.
Floorboards crackin', movement the teacher,
Club cathedral vibes, she the high priestess reacher.
[Chorus]
Twerk it, girl, got the whole block shook,
Got the night on fire, call her Chef with the look.
Cinnabon twist, got the fellas all hooked,
Money rainin' down, leave the ground overlooked.
Details
GeneratedApr 26, 2025
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
trap, noise, heavy bassline, hip hop, ambient noise elements, male vocals, dirty south rap, rap, ambient
Credits
Prompt by
GhostCV
GhostCVModelAria v4
Prompt
Twerking that booty girl, rap, trap, hip hop, ambient, noise Dirty South Rap
