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Utwór: Whatchanogood

  • wykonawca: Mia X
  • wyświetleń: 739


     [Dick Hurse]
  Ey, won't ya'll cut it off for me out there.
  (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two)
  And one.
  How ya'll doing?
  Welcome to Joe's Cozy Corner.
  Home of The Silent Devils And The Young Fellas.
  It's your host Dick Hurse.
  Tonight we got Mama Mia and Craig B and the Funk Nasty Band.
  Asking ya'll whatchanogood?
  Whatchanogood?
  Boy get your hand out of that girls skirt, I see it.
  
  [Mia X]
  C'mon, I was going down, baby let me know real quick
  Now who you wanna fuck, who you wanna like with, huh
  The niggas over yapping, them bitches out there betting or their dough
  High then them bitches going to give me it back
  Ass going all nonsense, common sense bitch
  Mama striaght from the streets but I chose to retreat
  Wha, and elivate my mind, right rhyming, spit game
  Let the cocaine rise cause I don't need 'em migrains
  Shake names, straight niggas or the sticky situations
  New crowds, I play dumb but still I spray 'em
  Mysterious Mia X, infamous dangerous
  No Limit gorillas bust, foolish that ain't us
  My ways, they stay the same
  Either I love you or hate you, I diss you or date you
  I make you or break you, play you when you play me, an eye for an eye
  Treat muthafuckers the same way that I wanna be treated
  I'm open, eat it up, lick it
  But the condom on and hit it when I'm hot
  
  When I'm not get the fuck from around me yo
  Cause do it on my main concern is dough.
  Tell 'em clowns yo.
  Get the fuck from around me yo.
  Cause do it on my main concern is dough.
  Whatchanogood.
  Give me the hook ya'll.
  
  True niggas and my true bitches
  I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
  Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
  For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
  C'mon ya'll
  True niggas and my true bitches
  I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
  Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
  For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
  C'mon ya'll
  
  My independant biches grabbin' glasses, get 'em up I say
  I'm coming through with the hen and the alazay
  Baller broad, no doubt, pissing straight, with style
  Before I'm thirty I'm a buy my third house
  Take it out cause, yours is yours, and mine is mine nigga
  In other words I don't need no nigga
  Figures is high six, and gangin' like my lynch
  Degreeded compliant licks with haters gon' die quick
  The figures with fly bitch is me at the dinesh
  Your hieness, queen of the South, droppin' bomb shit
  You dime bitches don't wanna go there
  You knuckle heads ain't a fueded hair on my black panther
  I step tagged, got it ready for you totes
  Represent the true bitches gettin' theirs and mo
  Show a nigga it's good for conversation it would
  Now throw a nut, take the leash off and what
  That's how you do it ya'll
  Times is hard and life's a bitch so we can't entertain the foolishness
  Be bout your work
  
  Floss the jewels, push the six, sip the cris, but buy the house first
  Whatchanogood
  Floss the jewels, push the six, sip the cris, but buy the house first
  Whatchanogood
  
  C'mon now, whatchanogood, whatchanogood
  
  True niggas and my true bitches
  I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
  Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
  For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
  C'mon ya'll
  True niggas and my true bitches
  I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
  Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
  For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
  C'mon ya'll
  
  Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
  Gimme, gimme
  Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
  Gimme
  Playing the muthafuckers came to get party crunk
  Momma Mia and the go go funk
  C'mon ya'll
  Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
  Gimme, gimme
  Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
  Gimme
  Playing the muthafuckers came to get party crunk
  Momma Mia and the go go funk
  
  I say
  Sometimes I feel like I don't give a fuck
  And times I tear shit up
  But all the time I keep money on my mind baby gotta get the creme
  Ya'll know what I mean
  Sing it with me
  Sometimes I feel like I don't give a fuck
  And times I tear shit up
  But all the time I keep money on my mind baby gotta get the creme
  Ya'll know what I mean
  
  I say, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
  T'werk your body now
  Bend over, make it touch the ground
  I say, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
  T'werk your body now
  Bend over, make it touch the ground
  
  I say whatchanogood ya'll
  (Whatchanogood ya'll)
  I say whatchanogood
  (Whatchanogood)
  I say whatchanogood
  I say whatchanogood ya'll
  (Whatchanogood ya'll)
  I say whatchanogood
  (Whatchanogood)
  I say whatchanogood ya'll
  (Whatchanogood ya'll)
  I say whatchanogood
  (Whatchanogood)
  

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