Emily Rose twerks and shakes her big ass in a fetish dance video

I'm that bitch. Been that bitch, still that bitch. Will forever be that bitch I'm the hood, Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces Had to X and cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta boutiques All them little ass clothes only fit fake booties Bad bitch, still talking cash shit Pussy like water, I'm a bother and relaxing I would never trip on a nigga if I had him Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you back him I'm a savage Game, Simon says I'm still that bitch That I taste like shit, don't catch it I ain't tennis for the necklace, yeah Ay, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real good, a bitch Real plugs and connections Make him eat it till he locked y'all Give it to him good, knock a nigga's socks out I run it up, they busy running they mouth I'm a real ass, rich ass bitch I ain't fuckin' for no clout I ain't fuckin' on no niggas sleepin' on this punta couch He wanna fuck, rather sit it on his mouth I'm a freak-ass, street-ass bitch from the South Is you gon' catch it? Eat it up for breakfast Ain't that athletic on the dick, I do gymnastics I hit up, sweetie, like, what's up, I'm in the bank The baddest bitch in my A-set, I'm good when I'm in date, uh I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it Ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah Ay, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections First make him eat it till he lock jaw Give it to him good, knock a nigga sop-so I run it up, they busy running they mouth I'm a real ass, rich ass, peach from the south Put my bag up on the east, brought it back to the west Bitches style and run they mouth I'ma have to call a tech, I'm throwing that out my back When I'm sweetie, get love from the office to the track Rich niggas on me, big figures on me Got a snowflake round my neck, looking like a whole thing Buck around and catch a cold, bustin' hoes on speed Johnny Brighten up my smile, he my Dennis Lowkey I ain't no fucking ACT You need to do what you just took And that's a fucking SAT I put that on my ICP's I need a new one ASAP Yo man just bought you a role, I'm on my third breast down AP I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it I call mulatto up when I'm tryna get right You love my lips, get it tatted on your neck I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch from the west I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it Ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah Ay, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections First I make him eat it till he locked jaw Give it to him good, knock a nigga's socks off I run it up, they busy running they mouth I'm a real ass, rich ass bitch from the street I thought he catch it like Odell It's what in the pussy got no smell Can't come to my residence, leaving no evidence Meet me at the hotel He say you don't respect me, you just wanna check He know me so well I don't fuck with no losers or no liars I ain't taking no L's Nice waist on me, your nigga wanna taste on me Nigga don't FaceTime my line, just come put face on me Got M's in the Swiss offshore, that's why all my shit cost more Got my sauce right and it's off-white, can't get it out the store, now watch out I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it Ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah Ay, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections First I make a meeting till he locked y'all Give it to him good, knock a nigga's socks out I run it up, they busy running they mouth I'm a real ass, rich ass bitch from the south Riches from the south What's that on that beat? You know what it is. I need my money pronto. Get it in the morning like Alonzo. Rondon, green, got cheese like a nacho. If you ain't got no ass, bitch, wear a poncho. Head honcho, got my seat back. Stay staring at me, don't get bapped. Got my shirt off, the club two-pack. It's two-turn going up like gas. Goddamn, pull out my rags. Mike, Mike Jackson, nigga, yeah, I'm back. Rat tat tat tat it up in my bag. All the hoes love me, you know it. Rack City bitch, rack rack city bitch 10, 10, 10, 20's in the 50's bitch