Lyrics

Yeah, she say she want New Orleans nigga I said, "Wassam, baby? You wanna be my baby, huh?" Yeah (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Turn it up, man Wassam, baby? (Yeah) You fine, baby (yeah), you mine, baby (alright) I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon' drive you crazy (uh-huh) I'm givin' the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South (uh-huh) Got thick hoes in the West (alright), them North hoes where it's at (for real) My favorite on the Eastside, all them bossed up with a check (uh-huh) You with that nigga right now, but you know I'm comin' next (for real) I keep it P, that pussy P, ayy, baby, pop that cat I take a shot to turn you up, buy shit you never had (pew) You know I got that cake right, that pussy taste right (alright) You know I'm in your first date, can't do no date right (alright) You know I like that pussy tight, that pussy tight, right? (Alright) She bringin' all her friends, a nigga be givin' me good pipe Wassam, baby? You fine, baby, you mine, baby (alright) I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon' drive you crazy (uh-huh) I'm givin' the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South (uh-huh) Got thick hoes in the West (alright), them North hoes where it's at (for real) My favorite on the Eastside, all them bossed up with a check (uh-huh) You with that nigga right now, but you know I'm comin' next (for real) I keep it P, that pussy P, ayy, baby, pop that cat I take a shot to turn you up, buy shit you never had (pew) Wassam, baby? You know who I am, baby Fuck her for a thousand dollar, call that bitch my grandbaby She want be lil' Weezy baby, it's lil' Weezy, baby Told her don't forget to say that, baby, no amnesia, baby I'm Ms. Cita's baby, drinkin' me like a margarita, baby I'm a skeeter, baby 'Round me, these bitches lose control, finders keepers, baby Told these niggas I'm a reaper, baby, keep that sweeper on me Eyeball the work, don't need a scale, I'm a Libra, homie Fuck her right, new thottie, I'll fuck her right Bugatti, I run the lights, yellow diamonds, no butter knife You fine, baby, I'm slime, baby, I'm 5 and that's 49, baby Pull up with my new bitch and these hoes look like they just seen a cry, baby Lil' Tunechi Wassam, baby? (Yeah) You fine, baby (yeah), you mine, baby (yeah) I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon' drive you crazy (yeah) I'm givin' the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South Got thick hoes in the West, them North hoes where it's at My favorite on the Eastside (yeah), all them bossed up with a check (yeah) You with that nigga right now, but you know I'm comin' next (bitch) I keep it P, that pussy P, ayy, baby, pop that cat (bitch) I take a shot (yeah) to turn you up (yeah), buy shit you never had (bitch) Yeah, bitch Yeah, bitch Yeah, 49, what's hatnin'? Moolah baby Brah
Writer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Paul Williams, Robert Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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