WOP (feat. BWARON)

Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Come here woo
Woo
Let me see you bust it open
Where you going with all that ass
She independent
And she thuggin
She don't need a nigga for nothing
Pop that pussy on a Monday
She the pastor on a Sunday
You know ima gone fuck you one day
You know we gone get this money
Where you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash
Where are you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash

Why you running bitch I'm throwing dick
Come here
Keep it a hunnit we don't do no fifty
Na na
Back in the trap
Bitch we running these racks
Hit up Ron
Bitch we bout to crank up
Hit the strip boy we made a mess
Big ole bootiess
Nice titties I like em right
Pop a pill girl I'm on my level
Brand new shoes
Bitch I run with steppers
She naked hustling
She don't need nobody
She independent ima meet her in the lobby
She super thick
Everybody wanna try it
Super thick
Everybody wanna try her

Let me see you bust it open
Where you going with all that ass
She independent
And she thuggin
She don't need a nigga for nothing
Pop that pussy on a Monday
She the pastor on a Sunday
You know ima gone fuck you one day
You know we gone get this money
Where you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash
Where are you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash

Run them racks up like monopoly
Niggas ain't what they pose to be
You claiming that you street
When you ain't neva had an enemy
She diggin my lil swagger
I'm interested and got a big heart
I know what she want this dick
Is what I'm bout to give her
Boss shit
Raw shit
Alexander my queen
She a fashion nova diva
She my pretty little thing
We might pop out in g-five
We might eve get a section
Steppers in Miami nigga we don't need protection
Stepping in designer and Dior
Not Micheal Kors
I asked her could I fuck
What she said
She said of course
Stepping in designer and Dior
Not Micheal Kors
I asked her could I fuck
She said of course
Of course

Let me see you bust it open
Where you going with all that ass
She independent
And she thuggin
She don't need a nigga for nothing
Pop that pussy on a Monday
She the pastor on a Sunday
You know ima gone fuck you one day
You know we gone get this money
Where you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash
Where are you going with all that ass
While I'm throwing all this cash



Credits
Writer(s): Meterson Michel
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