Whaddup Doe (feat. Mozzy)

You know why you came
 Why you wanna play these games?
 Don't be on that lame shit girl
 Tell them hoes you came with
 I pull up in the motherfuckin' coupe (In the coupe)
 All these bitches come around me, chicken coop (Chicken, yeah)
 I got 'em poppin' pussy, Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)
 Everyday I live like it's a videoshoot (London On Da Track, bitch)
 Ooh, she know what she doin' (What she doin')
 Ooh, she turn out for the crew (The crew)
 I don't want them dollar bills, not the newest (Newest)
 Ain't no tellin' what she gon' do for the blue ones
 Sippin' lean like it's some berry Ciroc (Like it's Ciroc, nigga)
 Feelin' presidential like I'm Barack (Like I'm Barack, nigga)
 Bottles comin' 'til I tell 'em to stop (Yeah)
 Hold up, wait, stop
 So much money that I don't know what to do with it
 Still spendin' old money on these new bitches
 Long as you keep dancin' like that
 I'ma throw it, pop that pussy, now throw that ass back (Baow, baow)
 Don't be on that lame shit
 Don't be on that lame shit
 Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
 Don't be on that lame shit
 The wrong one to play them games with, girl
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (You know why you came)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 Don't be on that lame shit
 Hey, I'm blowin' doadie with the homies
 I ain't have no money, ain't none of the hoes know me
 And now my denims is full of the dirty doughy
 You really 'bout a bag, lil' baby, you gotta show me
 I'll pull up on my lonely, where ya at?
 Pull this thing over and thunder you from the back, ayy
 I made a quarter million in the trap
 I'm not a rap nigga, just kinda know how to rap
 The hooker finna overnight the pack
 It'll be there in the mornin', just tell lil' whoadie relax
 Yeah, bust it open for me, make it clap
 I'ma throw a hundred ones, then tell her to run 'em back
 Don't be on that lame shit
 Don't be on that lame shit
 Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
 Don't be on that lame shit
 The wrong one to play them games with, girl
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
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 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (You know why you came)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
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 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
 What up, though? (What up, though?)
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 Don't be on that lame shit (Yeah)