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conversations.value: Write me a song called Twerk Dat Pop That with the following description: Twerk Dat Pop That by Trick Trick, featuring Royce da 5'9' and Eminem is a song about those 3 well known guys having some fun in a Detroit strip club.
  While Trick Trick is busy making a vibe and just getting the attention from all the OGs in the Strip Club, Royce seems to be pretty busy, applying only one hook in the song, he seems to be in ‘heaven’ and quite happy, so no comments from him needed except that he is having some private dances. Eminem on the other hand is just Eminem, being classical he has the theme we know from him from day one. He is having trouble with one particulare stripper and is starting to get really mean to her delivering some hard punchlines and nice insults. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Antt Beatz]
  [Chorus: Trick Trick]
  Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that)
  Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that)
  Go ahead baby (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that)
  Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn down for what now (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Let me see you drop it down now (twerk-twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
  [Verse 1: Trick Trick]
  Who said gangstas don't do that? Cause they lying
  In the back of the pussy club, it's all mine
  Getting drenched by the cheese, spend 'em rain and shine
  They head to another one, can't decline
  What up to the DJ, straight to the back
  Ten racks to the waitress, change all that
  Twenty something years old, ass so fat
  Them boys in the club, D hats all black
  Tops coming off, ass on the floor
  Guess ten ain't enough, so I gotta get more
  They'll lose their mind if I head to the door
  They don't love me, they love the bread I blow
  God damn, got em on they hands and they knees
  Scratching after scratch like rats for the cheese
  I'm a dog, I even got scratch for the fleas
  Touch my money you could touch your knees [Chorus: Trick Trick]
  Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that)
  Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that)
  Go ahead baby (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that)
  Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn down for what now (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Let me see you drop it down now (twerk-twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
  [Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"]
  I got a white girl (I got a white girl)
  She's a dancer 
  (It's Tricky!)
  She do whatever I say, no matter what I ask her
  Her action's the answer (Talk to)
  Of course she know I got a black girl
  Who's also a dancer
  Don't talk about your life, don't wanna hear about your bottles and ice
  Cause we got Marshall out the house tonight
  Stay awake
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  I’m in VIP with no ID with a pint of Beam
  Lightin' cheeba, wylin’ the fuck out like Bieber at nineteen
  Or Ice-T in the 90s
  Frightening in some Nikes slut, nice D’s
  There a slight breeze? Don’t like me? Well then bite me
  There might be a better chance of flight 370 turning up than us, bitch (highly unlikely)
  Little dyke think ‘cause I’m Libra - you're Pisces, and you’re feisty
  That you're like me and you might find that we’re like minded
  We ain’t nothing alike Diva, you like sleeves
  I'm a wife beater you white tease
  Bet you like skiing though right skeez?
  The way you’re balancing yourself on the poles
  Why don’t you grab this one and 
  Do The Right Thing
   like Spike Lee?
  And look out like you’re sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the (God damn)
  Shake that ass and titties Cassidy felt that
  Dick so fat it could practically snap her chastity belt strap
  Standing all the way back where my hotels at
  She actually fell back and landed in someone else lap
  And laughed cuz she thought she sat on Pharrell’s hat
  (Twerk dat, pop that) [Chorus: Trick Trick]
  Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that)
  Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that)
  Go ahead baby (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that)
  Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn down for what now (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Let me see you drop it down now (twerk-twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
  [Verse 3: Trick Trick]
  Fresh out of damn near everything I had
  Lil homie, just grabbed the whole damn bag
  I could spend all year, never blow my stacks
  Getting white boy wasted, hold my mac
  Back to the spot, roll some up
  So blown last night I toked some up
  Lookers want anything, ain't got enough
  In the club without bra's ready to get fucked
  They drinking, smoking, touching, rubbing
  Rolling
  , crowd's in love with my thugging
  Lick it, taste it, kiss it, suck it
  Shit! Tryna see who want fucking
  Drop that thong, grab that pole
  Bend it over, let me see what I can do with that (OH!)
  Stack so big it ain't never gonna fold
  All the money I spend, you ain't never gonna close [Chorus: Trick Trick]
  Get this paper (twerk dat, pop that)
  Work that shaker (twerk dat, pop that)
  Go ahead baby (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn around lady (twerk dat, pop that)
  Everything on us now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Turn down for what now (twerk-twerk dat, pop that)
  Bag it up, turn around now (twerk dat, pop that)
  Let me see you drop it down now (twerk-twerk, twerk dat, pop that)