W.U.W.I.
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
I can hurt your feelings
Let you think I was a villain
You could be my partner
Life of crime I wanna feel it
Be the Bonnie to my Clyde
We can stack it like it's millions
You can take me home
And get it on
Yeah you the realest
You can call me danger
I'm a thrill
You fucking with it
See a target on my ass
You a shoota
You can hit it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Bitch come fucking lay me
The fuck out
I ain't trynna fight
But I want you to pull that dick out
I'm headed down south
Trynna show you what that mouth bout
And you can do it too
I like to switch
We shooting
Pow pow
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Think I met my match
But maybe I just met my maker
I'm handing out these problems
I'm not seeing any takers
Need a nigga that can take it
Can't be fucking with a faker
He 6 foot on the 9
Like he playing for the lakers
I let him call me baby
When we staying in the one O
Got me laid out in the hills
Guess we bout to make a porno
I make him arch that back
And throw it back
He do it slow mo
They really don't know
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Bitch come fucking lay me
The fuck out
I ain't trynna fight
But I want you to pull that dick out
I'm headed down south
Trynna show you what that mouth bout
And you can do it too
I like to switch
We shooting
Pow pow
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
I can hurt your feelings
Let you think I was a villain
You could be my partner
Life of crime I wanna feel it
Be the Bonnie to my Clyde
We can stack it like it's millions
You can take me home
And get it on
Yeah you the realest
You can call me danger
I'm a thrill
You fucking with it
See a target on my ass
You a shoota
You can hit it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Bitch come fucking lay me
The fuck out
I ain't trynna fight
But I want you to pull that dick out
I'm headed down south
Trynna show you what that mouth bout
And you can do it too
I like to switch
We shooting
Pow pow
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Think I met my match
But maybe I just met my maker
I'm handing out these problems
I'm not seeing any takers
Need a nigga that can take it
Can't be fucking with a faker
He 6 foot on the 9
Like he playing for the lakers
I let him call me baby
When we staying in the one O
Got me laid out in the hills
Guess we bout to make a porno
I make him arch that back
And throw it back
He do it slow mo
They really don't know
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
Bitch come fucking lay me
The fuck out
I ain't trynna fight
But I want you to pull that dick out
I'm headed down south
Trynna show you what that mouth bout
And you can do it too
I like to switch
We shooting
Pow pow
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
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Writer(s): Arizah Thompson
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