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Inayah - Woody (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Inayah Lamis Shahid
Inayah Lamis Shahid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Inayah Lamis Shahid
Inayah Lamis Shahid
Songwriter
Dre Pinckney
Dre Pinckney
Songwriter
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Songwriter
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Songwriter
Jesse Weaver
Jesse Weaver
Songwriter
William Kornegay
William Kornegay
Songwriter
Case E. Woodard
Case E. Woodard
Songwriter
Daryl Young
Daryl Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Hanky
Mr. Hanky
Producer
Deshawn " Happie " White
Deshawn " Happie " White
Producer
Triangle Park
Triangle Park
Producer

Testi

Mr. Hanky Oh, no, yeah No, no, yeah Triangle Park We outside Homie been waitin' all night for this shit Hopin' for the pussy like it's on his Christmas list If you want it bad enough, blow me out and make a wish I be knockin' niggas down like strikes in this bitch I ain't even ask, they just came to me Swerve on a nigga if he lame to me Flag on the play if he spittin' game to me Left him with a woody, now he put the blame on me Oh, I won't lie Not easily impressed, so just don't try That's not my steelo, don't ask why Nigga want the guts same way Clyde want them whites on your pies Then zoomed in on them bitch thighs I'd rather you be honest, wanna see it in your eyes I like my wood long, make that bitch supersize And you better hit right if I squeeze you in my time This a prize, motherfucker Homie been waitin' all night for this shit (Yeah) Hopin' for the pussy like it's on his Christmas list If you want it bad enough, Blow me out and make a wish (Make a wish, yeah) I be knockin' niggas down like strikes in this bitch (Oh) I ain't even ask, they just came to me (Oh) Swerve on a nigga if he lame to me Flag on the play if he spittin' game to me (If he spittin' game to me) Left him with a woody, now he put the blame on me Now why would we do what they do? It's no respect I reserve to or play you, you get upset I come on you, like one-two, this a mic check Bitch, I fuck who I want to, Don't ask me shit (Mic check, one-two, one-two) Suck his dick, Then roll on him like some dice when I hit him (Dice when I hit him) Eat the creamy, then I'm done, Like some rice in the middle (Like some rice in the middle) Worked your fingers like you playin' me a tune or a fiddle Worked your body like I'm workin' on a rhyme when I riddle (Yeah) I do more for you when I come back (Come back) I get low for you, know you like that (I know you like that) If you miss my call, you hit right back (Yeah) 'Cause you know you don't wanna pass up on that fact And I bet you like it when I just lay flat And don't ask to bring a friend, I'm not into that Only want me on your body, ain't no room for a clan (Woo) Nigga, you belong to me, but you ain't my man Homie been waitin' all night for this shit (All night) Hopin' for the pussy like it's on his Christmas list (Yeah) If you want it bad enough, blow me out and make a wish I be knockin' niggas down like strikes in this bitch (Yeah) I ain't even ask, they just came to me (Came to me) Swerve on a nigga if he lame to me (Lame to me) Flag on the play if he spittin' game to me Left him with a woody, now he put the blame on me Oh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh Oh-oh-oh, uh-uh-uh I ain't even ask, they just came to me Swerve on a nigga, if he lame to me, yeah Inayah Lamis, nigga, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Mary J. Blige, Jesse Weaver, Inga Marchand, Case Woodard, William Kornegay, Daryl Young, Dre Pinckney, Inayah Lamis Shahid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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