Harlem shake

Lose? I don't lose! I win! I win! That's my job, that's what I do

Why they don't trust him

Yeah, and that get back ain't got no date They got me in the booth, bitch, I'm trippin' off that Jose

In the club with Glock 19, he play gon' make a Harlem shake Plug say, dat he them thangs, blrttt, blrttt, I'm on the way

And your head don't cause a fuckin' thing If a nigga want your brain

I'm talkin' bout on your top, no' slipping shit at night on Jeeper creeper shit

I'm out the way though, but play' with us Gon' twist your ass up just like some Play-Doh

Leave your shit tomato

I'm back again, they won't let me in We know niggas in real life, they just hoes, they just fuckin' pretend