Top Songs By WNC WhopBezzy
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
WNC WhopBezzy
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darren Doiron Banks
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Khris James
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Look, if Chris ain't drop this bitch, then I ain't fucking with him
And my little bitch want me to fuck, she say she cook me chicken
What?
I'm trying to beat that pussy up while she washing dishes
I lost the keys to my truck, I told her, come and get me
And I can't leave without that Roy, you know he's coming with me
And plus, she still fuck with old boy, he better not get to tripping
I'm sending shots up off this block just like I'm Scottie Pippen
What up, your block don't need a mop, the way your body dripping
Play on my top, I pop your top, you better mind your business
I pop the adder and the perky, got me feeling dizzy
Plus, I got gas up in my blunt, my cup stay full of henny
You got that ass, we're gonna twerk, let me see you bend it
You go to school and go to work, you so independent
And you ain't fucking with no nigga who ain't about his business
Look, you want a nigga that's go work or one that's in the trenches?
Now, bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary
I shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention
Now, throw that ass, you want some hell, shit, how many inches?
And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like your hair, bitches
Now, bounce that ass, you want a nigga for to pay your bills
Now, shake that ass, you want a nigga, let's go keep it real
Now, throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib
Now, bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel?
So bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch and how she feel
Now shake that ass, if you want money
Might throw a quick meal
Don't do no talking, all that extra shit'll get you killed
And I'm rolling in this bitch, but I ain't pop a pill
I'm just like a fab shop, I keep a lot of steel
Niggas see your paperwork
Bitch, you ain't keep it real, see where I'm from
Them bodies drop like buzzers when you steal
Mamas crying, shooters dying, wait, they rats for real
Now I don't do the bone song, so I'ma leave it here
Why get on this bitch and tell them hoes what it is?
If Moolah on the beat
Then she gonna eat for real
So just throw that ass back
Why throw them bills?
Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary
I shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention
Now throw that ass, you want some hell, shit how many inches?
And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches
Now bounce that ass, you want a nigga for to pay your bills
Now shake that ass, you want a nigga, let's go keep it real
Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib
Now bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel
I bounce that ass and I'ma do it on my tippy toes
You know I ain't scared
I'm with that yeah, should I be whoopin' hoes
And I don't shop at TJ Maxx, I like expensive clothes
You pop it off and blow a bag, I make this pussy roll
Degreed up and G'd up, that's just how I'm livin'
I'm sendin' pics of niggas
Bitches to my dogs in prison
I got that work, I make it work up in a skirt
He hit it once and now he tryin' to make it work
Bitch, I don't need a nigga money
Cause I sell dope
But if he tryin' to pay my bills, bitch, I'm playin' broke
She got her own hand
I ain't no comparin' me
A raw bitch got married niggas tryin' to marry me
Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary
Now shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention
Now throw that ass if you want some hell, shit how many inches?
And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches
Now bounce that ass if you want a nigga for to pay your bills
Now shake that ass if you want a nigga, let's go keep it real
Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib
Now bounce that ass if you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel
I'm takin' bitches, niggas like this shit a fuckin' game
Yeah, hoe, I heard you rap
But we are not the same
You can't compete, I'm outta lead, have a fuckin' seat
When we meet, ain't shit sweet, get your ass beat
Shake that ass, bitch, and get your bills paid
She be shakin' ass and her edges still laid
He gon' throw that cash
Cause her niggas still trade
Bitches said it, hey, then it don't matter
Bitch, I'm self-made
I bust it open for my nigga if he got a bag
I can't chase a nigga while they think I'm playin' tag
Every hunnid, he be throwin' a ticket in my stash
She see I got her nigga
That's why that bitch mad
Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary
Now shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention
Now throw that ass if you want some hell, shit how many inches?
And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches
Now bounce that ass if you want a nigga for to pay your bills
Now shake that ass if you want a nigga, let's go keep it real
Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib
Now bounce that ass if you feel like fuck a bitch and how she feel
Writer(s): Darren Doiron Banks
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