Go, go, go, go
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
When she tell you the truth but she lied to you too
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Nah , they think me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, It gotta improve
Make that boy disappear Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Why you too fruity, I think diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass when she shake it don't move
You talking about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you ranking on who?
Cause I know it ain't me
Bitch, turn the lights off, I don't wanna be seen
Lil bro up the green beam
That boy act solid and loyal, but really he creep
Shut the f*ck up, I don't wanna hear you talk
Pussy making too much noise, shit beatboxing
Too many hoes never run out of options
See something I want, know I already got it
If he hop out the whip, then the gun get to popping
I just tap that bitch once and it's going no stopping
Ain't nobody wanna work with your ass boy you flopping
Think you the chosen one, bitch, you not it
Ha, yeah, bitch, too naughty
I'ma keep linking up with the bitch cause the hoe got some wet punani
These are lame ass crackers, think they all raw as f*ck but they really just squares like Wall-E
No, I ain't even playing if she Keep f*cking with me, put my hands on a bitch like Carti
I'm off the za and a perc' at a party
Bad little shit, that hoe twerking her body
So bored, I fold my cash like origami
All I make Kash, you think my name was Dami
That boy acting rich, you can tell those fake diamonds
Ain't no label you signed to, little boy, you lying
I ain't gon' lie, little boy, you crossed the line
Just know if I spot you, it's gon' be a crime
Boy you ain't responsible, ain't got a dime
You really my bottom boo, I got some dimes
You want it I got it boo, everything mine
Like f*ck it, I'm copping two, two times
I do what I gotta do, full time
Man, I got a lot of boo's, who mine
If I got it, you got it too, you mine
That hoe got a body too, too fine
Go
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
Ha, ha
When she tell you the truth, but she lied to you too
Ha, ha
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Ha, ha
Nah, they did me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, it gotta improve
Ha, ha, ha
Make that boy disappear, Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Way too fruity I think Diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass, when she shake it don't move
You talk about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you raking on who?
Wakeup - Who? Lyrics
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Go, go, go, go
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
When she tell you the truth but she lied to you too
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Nah , they think me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, It gotta improve
Make that boy disappear Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Why you too fruity, I think diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass when she shake it don't move
You talking about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you ranking on who?
Cause I know it ain't me
Bitch, turn the lights off, I don't wanna be seen
Lil bro up the green beam
That boy act solid and loyal, but really he creep
Shut the f*ck up, I don't wanna hear you talk
Pussy making too much noise, shit beatboxing
Too many hoes never run out of options
See something I want, know I already got it
If he hop out the whip, then the gun get to popping
I just tap that bitch once and it's going no stopping
Ain't nobody wanna work with your ass boy you flopping
Think you the chosen one, bitch, you not it
Ha, yeah, bitch, too naughty
I'ma keep linking up with the bitch cause the hoe got some wet punani
These are lame ass crackers, think they all raw as f*ck but they really just squares like Wall-E
No, I ain't even playing if she Keep f*cking with me, put my hands on a bitch like Carti
I'm off the za and a perc' at a party
Bad little shit, that hoe twerking her body
So bored, I fold my cash like origami
All I make Kash, you think my name was Dami
That boy acting rich, you can tell those fake diamonds
Ain't no label you signed to, little boy, you lying
I ain't gon' lie, little boy, you crossed the line
Just know if I spot you, it's gon' be a crime
Boy you ain't responsible, ain't got a dime
You really my bottom boo, I got some dimes
You want it I got it boo, everything mine
Like f*ck it, I'm copping two, two times
I do what I gotta do, full time
Man, I got a lot of boo's, who mine
If I got it, you got it too, you mine
That hoe got a body too, too fine
Go
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
Ha, ha
When she tell you the truth, but she lied to you too
Ha, ha
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Ha, ha
Nah, they did me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, it gotta improve
Ha, ha, ha
Make that boy disappear, Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Way too fruity I think Diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass, when she shake it don't move
You talk about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you raking on who?
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
When she tell you the truth but she lied to you too
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Nah , they think me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, It gotta improve
Make that boy disappear Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Why you too fruity, I think diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass when she shake it don't move
You talking about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you ranking on who?
Cause I know it ain't me
Bitch, turn the lights off, I don't wanna be seen
Lil bro up the green beam
That boy act solid and loyal, but really he creep
Shut the f*ck up, I don't wanna hear you talk
Pussy making too much noise, shit beatboxing
Too many hoes never run out of options
See something I want, know I already got it
If he hop out the whip, then the gun get to popping
I just tap that bitch once and it's going no stopping
Ain't nobody wanna work with your ass boy you flopping
Think you the chosen one, bitch, you not it
Ha, yeah, bitch, too naughty
I'ma keep linking up with the bitch cause the hoe got some wet punani
These are lame ass crackers, think they all raw as f*ck but they really just squares like Wall-E
No, I ain't even playing if she Keep f*cking with me, put my hands on a bitch like Carti
I'm off the za and a perc' at a party
Bad little shit, that hoe twerking her body
So bored, I fold my cash like origami
All I make Kash, you think my name was Dami
That boy acting rich, you can tell those fake diamonds
Ain't no label you signed to, little boy, you lying
I ain't gon' lie, little boy, you crossed the line
Just know if I spot you, it's gon' be a crime
Boy you ain't responsible, ain't got a dime
You really my bottom boo, I got some dimes
You want it I got it boo, everything mine
Like f*ck it, I'm copping two, two times
I do what I gotta do, full time
Man, I got a lot of boo's, who mine
If I got it, you got it too, you mine
That hoe got a body too, too fine
Go
Sipping on juice, boy you sliding on who?
Ha, ha
When she tell you the truth, but she lied to you too
Ha, ha
She leaned on my dick and she cried to me too
Ha, ha
Nah, they did me too dirty, I gotta be rude
Said your hoe took
You way too dirty, it gotta improve
Ha, ha, ha
Make that boy disappear, Bibbidi, Bobbidi, boo
Way too fruity I think Diddy got to him too
Your bitch got no ass, when she shake it don't move
You talk about cash, but you making no moves
Your bank account empty, you raking on who?
Writer: Antonio Nieves
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid