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Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose Wassup Bre Wassup Ki (hey, Ki!) Wassup Lisa, damn I want all three (Come here!) Ooh Ashley, Ashley (hey) I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass) 'Cause she thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thick She make me stutter And her friends, they Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-fuck! I want all of 'em (yeah) Running round the trap right now With 100 bands on me, I be lookin like a brick (yeah) Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the 40 If you play you gone feel that stick (yeah) Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by Lookin' good, shawty lookin' like a lick (uh) Ass in the back, like a cake with the ice cream, shake, banana split Pull up to the light and I told them, "Whoop whoop" "Pull over that ass too fat" Tell your boyfriend you don't want him no more You found you a - with some racks (a gentleman, hm) Open your door (hm) Take you to the store (hm) Let you buy what you want (hm) yeah I like Nene 'cause she bad I like Tay, she got that ass I like Nisha, she got cash We go out, sometimes she spazz So, so, so, you know like What's up with that? Like One of y'all, at least one of y'all One of y'all, at least Wassup Bre Wassup Ki (hey, Ki!) Wassup Lisa, damn I want all three (Come here!) Ooh Ashley, Ashley (hey) I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass) 'Cause she thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thick She make me stutter And her friends, they Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh) Thi-thi-thi-fuck! I want all of 'em (Man Beat King) Wassup Shay? Wassup Lynn? I hit it raw, she see me in public like "What's up friend?" She talk too much, but I still hit 'cause she a fool on that D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dick Pop that ass, throw it Kill the pussy COVID Spread them legs, don't close it I'm not lame, I'll never expose ya Just had a baby, tryna cut the lights off Bitch fuck them stretch marks, bend it over right now Wassup T You smash my partner, you can't start a relationship with me Club godzilla, I can't smash no duck for free Get that bread Get that head Then leave, where my keys? Wassup Bre (hold up, bitch) Wassup Ki (club god-) Wassup Lisa, damn I want all three (Come here!) Ooh Ashley, Ashley (hey) I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass) 'Cause she thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thick She make me stutter And her friends, they Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick Thi-thi-thi-fuck! I want all of 'em Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Justin Seth Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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