Letra

Hold up, calm down, wait a minute Girl that ass too round, wait a minute I do it for my home town, wait a minute Im the King, where the crown, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute All the girls say who dat who dat, yeh who dat who dat Niggas wanna know how I do that do that I twenty-five for the show but I blew right through that Used to be in the back now I'm up to bat Home run, its my last lap and you just begun You mate with some but you just lost one 305 where the boy come from And it ain't no fun if the homies get numb Too fly so I don't hate Throw that ass in a circle make it rotate I be getting hella money sick of OA If you need a couple dollars I could donate My chick bad she be fucking with the crom rate You ain't never met the pussy like a blind date I know a couple Zo's gets a nigga violate I serve the beef up nigga you could buy a plate PRE-CHORUS: Now hold up, calm down, wait a minute Girl that ass too round, wait a minute I do it for my home town, wait a minute Im the King, where the crown, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute 2 (J. Rabon): Lil baby got a booty that'll make you say wha She bounce it up and down like she on a sea saw I don't play around baby, I be on my job Niggas wanna talk, mm not right now Unless you talking money then you have my undivided Never ask permission I can grant all ya wishes 305 connected I say mobbin with my nigga Rabon reason why I'm too gone Blame it on the patrol All my niggas scoot on I used to drive a neon now I'm whippin' in a mazzi with the hottest smoking lotti Yeh, Spanish girls call me Papi Gotta backstage pass for your wifey Ain't no feeling on her ass cause she like me Got her nigga real mad he wanna fight me PRE-CHORUS: Now hold up, calm down, wait a minute Girl that ass too round, wait a minute I do it for my home town, wait a minute Im the King, where the crown, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute VERES 3: Throw a rack at it (Woo, yeh, bless) If you say you feel real lemme see you look back at it (Lemme see you look back at it) You, me and your friend baby girl thats mathematics (Woo, c'mon, yeha) I ain't gotta take the price I could throw a few stacks at it (I could throw a few stacks at it) Throw a rack at it (Imma throw a rack) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute) Hello Hello Hello
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Harold Ray I Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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