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You know these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
They’ll fuck your partner (they’ll fuck your partner)
Take all of your guala (they’ll take your wallet)
You know these hoes wishy washy (ho, whoa)
They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs (open their legs)
They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
Wishy washy (wishy washy) wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (go, ho, go)
Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
Let me tell you a story
‘Bout this lil’ bitch named Tamara
She’ll let you smash for sure today
And then smash your partner tomorrow
She’ll ask you can you take care of her
That’ll cost you ’bout a couple hundred dollars
Everybody know lil’ mama on go
Everybody call her hundred gobbler
Got hoes on hoes like a roster
Is it because of my posture?
But I know it’s cause a nigga’s dollars
She got a baby, no, I’m not the father
She too wishy washy, she’ll go in your pocket
And break your wallet, and you know she got it
But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it
And she shake like an eight hit a corner pocket
You can not play me (no, no)
You know you’re too wishy washy (wishy washy)
Kick her out the house politely (kick her out)
We noticed you was too excited (oh!)
No we not going for it, no we not going
You’re too wishy washy lil’ bitch and you know it
Ain’t got time for a kid, the lil’ bitch at the front door
You know these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
They’ll fuck your partner (they’ll fuck your partner)
Take all of your guala (they’ll take your wallet)
You know these hoes wishy washy (ho, whoa)
They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs (open their legs)
They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
Wishy washy (wishy washy) wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (go, ho, go)
Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
These hoes wishy washy (washy)
Ain’t no doubt about it (doubt it)
Quick to put your finger in a young nigga’s wallet (wallet)
And I know you fuckin’ my partner (smrrh)
Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna (hunna)
High class pimpin’ these niggas, she got the formula
Suckin’ my anaconda, got the flower aroma
And on my mama I’m not fuckin’ these bitches without a condom
Wishy washy (washy)
Cut these bitches off like hibachi (errh)
I’m fuckin’ her and her whole posse (smrrh)
If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit
She givin’ up her pussy for the profit (cash)
Her mama keep beggin’ her to stop it (stop it)
She really wanna be on red carpets (red carpet)
These bitches ain’t shit, it’s in the bible (these bitches ain’t shit)
Talkin’ ’bout you got a baby in your stomach (hun)
These bitches are funny
They’re tryna take a nigga’s money (ha!)
I don’t got no feelings for no bitches, I’m numbing (numb)
Up to par, my swag from London (swag)
These bitches bad, ain’t worth nothin’ (no-o-o)
I’m just sayin’, (honest) I can see your plan (I see it)
You wanna get married to a rich man
You know these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
They’ll fuck your partner (they’ll fuck your partner)
Take all of your guala (they’ll take your wallet)
You know these hoes wishy washy (ho, whoa)
They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs (open their legs)
They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
Wishy washy (wishy washy) wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (go, ho, go)
Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
I can’t fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy
Neiman Marcus shoppin’, she want me to spoil her rotten
But I know that she’s plottin’ mama said don’t trust nobody
This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli
I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better
That Rolex is a Sky-Dweller, got gold all on my Margielas
Pullin’ up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley
She askin’ me where my umbrella
Fox fur, put on my mink, chinchilla
Flawless diamonds, it’s gon’ be a cold winter, burr, burr
Don’t wanna fuck you, lil’ mama, I just want head
These bitches, they can’t wait to open their legs
But soon as she pull in my driveway
Pull up to my front door, she got the panties in her hand
She know how to work the pots and pans
She watchin’ me like I’m on demand
She the bomb, Osama Bin (Osama Bin Laden!)
You know these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
They’ll fuck your partner (they’ll fuck your partner)
Take all of your guala (they’ll take your wallet)
You know these hoes wishy washy (ho, whoa)
They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs (open their legs)
They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
Wishy washy (wishy washy) wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (go, ho, go)
Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy (wishy washy)
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
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