Wassup

Wassup?
What's hannenin'?
Wassup?
What's hannenin'? (J.R.)

I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like Three Stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up, bigger than drip by flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup

Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'?
Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'? (Ah)
I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup

Spicy, spicy, he call me a hot tamale (spicy)
She so thick, and he be trippin' off that body (trippin')
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate (karate)
And I'm prayed up, that's why she be so godly (ah-whoo)
I do what I want, ain't worried 'bout no hater (ah-whoo)
Monday all the way to Sunday, 'bout that paper (ooh)
On my own like that, yeah, homegrown like that
All around the world, they be showin' love and I give love right back

I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like Three Stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up, bigger than drip by flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup

Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'?
Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'? (Ah)
I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup

Well, it's the god of the flow
I'll make a joint, you really know that it's a god of the mic
Every single time they type it in that caption
I'm the nicest in this motherfucker, do I need to shed a little light? (CiCi)
See, when I'm in that club, don't front no matter how you wanna, huh
You don't really wanna fight (oh, nah)
Every diamond on me shinin' and we sparklin' up every room, you jealous little parasite
(You jealous little parasite)

Bust' Rhymes is here a little, nigga (cock, aim)
Bust your cannon if you like (if you like, whoo)
Put your drink up in the air, you know we celebratin' life (celebratin' life, yeah)
Could give a fuck about the hate 'cause we ain't dealin' with the strife
'Cause we livin', nigga, everybody go and get a bottle if you want
See, we done bought the bar, don't worry 'bout the price (that's right)

I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like Three Stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up, bigger than drip by flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup, wassup

Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'?
Wassup? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What's hannenin'? (Ah)
I'm so froze like a popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap, that talk 'cause they know wassup



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Jennifer Dudley, Trevor Charles Horn, Trevor Smith, Gary Michael Langan, Paul Robert Morley, Ciara Princess Harris, Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Andrew Clark, Jonathan Edward Stephen Jeczalik, Courtlin Jabrae
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