Another J. Muntemba Producshizo
VERSE 1
She's always in the front row first day of the week
Screaming (hallelujah) when the preacher speak
Armed with a bible, hair all tied up
You wouldn’t believe she’d ever hit the club
Voice like an angel so she sings in the choir
Hitting those high notes, like a young Mariah
Exuding elegance as she walks down the aisle
And she be giving me that knowing smile
A dime peace and she damn well know it
Coke bottle figure but she don’t dare show it
Loose dark skirt with a marching blouse
No stiletto’s in Jehovah’s house
But come Friday night it’s a whole different tale
She's in the club looking hot as hell
CHORUS
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grinding that booty till it touch the floor
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grind that booty for me in slow-mo!!!!
She’s not here to get laid or looking for a man
She’s just a lady looking to have some fun
So Mr. D J won’t you play her song
Coz tonight it’s on, till the break of dawn
Been working all week, trying to make ends meet
So just let her be as she twerks to this beat
Offers of drinks from almost each and every guy
But none is getting a piece of that Pie
She can afford her own, so she be like (No thanks)
But she's down if you just wanna dance
So i pull up to her bumper and get in the groove
Who says a church girl can’t bust them moves
Of course she’ll definitely be in church on Sunday
But right now we’re dancing the night away
CHORUS
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grinding that booty till it touch the floor
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grind that booty for me in slow-mo!!!!
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grinding that booty till it touch the floor
Let a Church Girl Twerk, baby show me what you got
Grind that booty for me in slow-mo!!!!
Grind that booty for me in slow-mo!!!!
Grind that booty for me in slow-mo!!!!