Lyrics Yung Nation – Shawty Wassup
Text:
Intro: B Reed
Smellin like Dolce Gabana
I could probably hit ya baby mama
Blowin on a pound of marijuana
Keep a lot of guns I’m young Osama
And she give me brain, good honors
Fast and the furious, Brian O’Conner
Hook: B Reed
Oh I don’t give a damn about your man shawty wassup
Everyday we blow loud in this bitch
Muthafucka burn up
Game time shit I can fuck you bitch, by the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel no disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite, shawty look up
We can have sex, lets get drunk, do some kush ups
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup
Verse 1: Faime
Blowing on a pound of that fruity
Ima young dog no scooby
I’m FINN make a Cinemax movie
Yo girl give me ass no cooties
I’m Tryna have relations with yo booty
Do u wanna be miss fooly I don’t spit lies everything truly
Girl do it feel wet feel gooey
Can I shoot it like a oozie
I lock up her up like a bad juvie
When you want this dick Q me?
This a buffet no luby’s
In the bed room it get spooky
I go alot of miles like booby
Oh this right here too loud people take caution
He dont beef, he dont want plex we will be boxing
I got heat I got goons we got options
Move the party to the hotel naw we ain’t stopping
Hook
Verse 2: B. Reed
I can wreck n that pussy I got insurance
I ain’t worried bout your man cause I got endurance
And you can come ride this dick keep steerin
Im sick I need a doctor get to curin’
Wassup bro 2 bitches I got combos
Talkin cash we got bank rolls, liftin weights my pockets on swole
We winnin my team super bowl, when we shop its by truck load
Shawty shawty yung nupid hotties, hangin’ with me thats your hobby
Skurr off in a Masarati do a trick on a dick probably a ollie
Get money round the world bitch ain’t monoply
Hit the strip dont tip im payin property
Money talks you boys mockery, JV ass nigga im varsity
Oops didn’t shit on em pardon me
Kill the pussy on the telly dont charge me!
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