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Casual - Head Jerk lyrics

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Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

I should’ve hallowed at her mom’s

Her mother had back nigga, red bone

Prone to love a big, black nigga

5 10, 1 50, light skin, flicky

She side kicked a nigga like my white friend with me

Alright then, know that you might spend with me

Right then I was like winning 1050

My clock read 10:38, folding six, so I was in the mix

Shocked to the sticks, threw it back, rather PU Nix

Can’t wait to see you tricks, we about the fears tonight

Baby ‘bout our business right, yeah, she got red and she twerk

But tonight we about to make her head jerk

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

See the white baby, back up and move something

Make a nigga wanna pack up and move something

Couches, flat screens, PC’s

Get her blouses, mad jeans, DJ’s

And you all caught that tricking but it’s all on the next bitch

My cue for 5 dollar pill popping ex bitch

I know the game, this is Oakland young, this is spoken word from a smoking tongue

Talk shit, you chocking down

As I take long hits from a broken bong

And the way she make her legs work in her red skirt

Make a nigga want to make her head jerk

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

That’s your bitch, right?

That’s your bitch, right?

She could get fucked, why she in the strip club?

The way she rocked them boots she got me juice

I heard she a little head Doctor Seuss

I take nerdy hoes and put bitches into the street

And had a head night like they listening to a beat

I’m about to hit Switzerland for a week

Why you niggas still pitching here for some weed?

Head out like heroine but I’m fearsome

And I’m sharing and caring

See, these hoes know me from being bold, homie

That’s why when I twist your bitch, a nigga told on me

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

Gimme boss

Make your head jerk

Make your head jerk

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