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How ya doin
What's ya name
Nevermind, pull up on me in Atlanta
When you hear what I'm putting down
Gone get excited, shit ya pants
Might need to bring a pamper
Cop a ticket, fuck it cop 4 mo
Bring ya granny wit her knees on swole
Shakin her thigh figured I would bat a eye
Wink at her on my stage
Watch it all unfold, ho ho
Pick it up fuck that don't put down
Line up a pot I'm bout to cook now
I took the sauce and dipped wit two sporks
Came off the noodle took it to pound town
For real, I don't got to pop a pill
I can sip soda pop and chill
Baby come make the deal
I give you the dill you can feel
In the back of a poppy field
Now how you wanna get it
Eeny meeny miny moe
Make ya feel it in yo pinky toe
Grab the reigns I'm bout to make it rain
Hop in the chariot make it swing low
Done wit it, what's next stop it now
My momma told me to shop around
Break it down, shh be quiet
Bitch shut up
Cat's out the bag meow
Get out the way
When a real nigga come through
Damn I thought told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been
I been minding my biz
Cuz I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing cuz
We make a way, way, way, way, ayeeee
Make a nigga wanna
Wake up pull out da cup
Poured up the Folgers
I mean really got me
Fucked up hmm I showed up
And never lost composure
I tried to tell ya you can't fuck wit him
Even if you was fat it's lookin slim
I reckon that you could take a dive and swim
In the pool with who the squares be cool wit them
Nigga shut the fuck up
Don't be coming round me actin like a homie
When we know ya
Really is a sucka
Patna you don't know me I bet you a phony
Wait shut up stop
Bring that shit back
Like a ass popping hard for the nine-nine
In the two thou shall not
Do whatever you think you can
Whenever is my time do it for the damn vine
Ughhh, feel that bass all in yo stomach
Treble now don't you run from it
I make that shit that make you wanna
Get up say girl, let's make our booty cheeks plummet
I know you love it
Fight the temptation don't rub it
Good music make you say fuck it
But if you get the urge wanna splurge
Bump all my shit and tell people you heard it
Get out the way
When a real nigga come through
Damn I thought told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been
I been minding my biz
Cuz I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing cuz
We make a way, way, way, way, ayeee
Get out the way
When a real nigga come through
Damn I thought told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been
I been minding my biz
Cuz I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing cuz
We make a way, way, way, way, ayeee
WRITERS
Silas Stapleton III
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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