Wobble
Diamonds on my wrist, why that bitch so cold
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
And I'm c-walking, when you see me in the streets
And I'm mud walking, when you see the shopping spree
I been riding down on E
Why they pity pity me
Damn I popped you tastefully, cause a nigga talking sweet
Oooh did I snicker at this motherfucking niggas
Sipping on my liquor while I'm fucking my liver
Got a twitchy itchy finger how I'm squeezing on my trigger
And we popped up on these niggas, leaving Pooh like I'm Tigger
Oh you such a big fella, banging on your chest
No man that I fear cause we got the same flesh
Hoes be a mess
And I'm pulling out the tec
Got the Dickies with the blicky, and the hickies around my neck motherfucker
Diamonds on my wrist, why that bitch so cold
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
Hey, I'm a Don Dada
Smoking on the Zaza
Call me big poppa, while we rolling in a chopper
Mugen with the flow
And I'm Griffith through the door
And I hit it from the back, then I think I best to go
Puffin lodi dodi
And she wanna leave the party
And she don't like the Casa, but I think she like Bacardi
Popping out the Marley, now my view is feeling dolly
And she popping down the E, wash it down with some Molly
Diamonds on my wrist, why that bitch so cold
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
And I'm c-walking, when you see me in the streets
And I'm mud walking, when you see the shopping spree
I been riding down on E
Why they pity pity me
Damn I popped you tastefully, cause a nigga talking sweet
Oooh did I snicker at this motherfucking niggas
Sipping on my liquor while I'm fucking my liver
Got a twitchy itchy finger how I'm squeezing on my trigger
And we popped up on these niggas, leaving Pooh like I'm Tigger
Oh you such a big fella, banging on your chest
No man that I fear cause we got the same flesh
Hoes be a mess
And I'm pulling out the tec
Got the Dickies with the blicky, and the hickies around my neck motherfucker
Diamonds on my wrist, why that bitch so cold
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
Hey, I'm a Don Dada
Smoking on the Zaza
Call me big poppa, while we rolling in a chopper
Mugen with the flow
And I'm Griffith through the door
And I hit it from the back, then I think I best to go
Puffin lodi dodi
And she wanna leave the party
And she don't like the Casa, but I think she like Bacardi
Popping out the Marley, now my view is feeling dolly
And she popping down the E, wash it down with some Molly
Diamonds on my wrist, why that bitch so cold
Twerking on my dick, and her wig so long
Bagging up a spliff and I hit it for the go
Gotta wobble to the floor
While we bottle up some more
Wobble dee wobble da baby, wobble that ass
And if these bitches never get it cause they fuck up the cash
And now I'm feeling like I'm Soulja how I buss at your ass
And if a nigga gotta get it, then I get to the bag
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Writer(s): Dennis Ballew
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