Derez De'Shon - Whaddup Doe lyrics

[Intro: Derez De'Shon] You know why you came Why you wanna play these games? Don't be on that lame sh** girl Tell them hoes you came with [Verse 1: Derez De'Shon] I pull up in the motherf**in' coupe (In the coupe) All these b**hes come around me, chicken coop (Chicken, yeah) I got 'em poppin' p**y, Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke) Everyday I live like it's a videoshoot (London On Da Track, b**h) Ooh, she know what she doin' (What she doin') Ooh, she turn out for the crew (The crew) I don't want them dollar bills, not the newest (Newest) Ain't no tellin' what she gon' do for the blue ones Sippin' lean like it's some berry Ciroc (Like it's Ciroc, n***a) Feelin' presidential like I'm Barack (Like I'm Barack, n***a) Bottles comin' 'til I tell 'em to stop (Yeah) Hold up, wait, stop So much money that I don't know what to do with it Still spendin' old money on these new b**hes Long as you keep dancin' like that I'ma throw it, pop that p**y, now throw that a** back, baow, baow [Pre-Chorus: Derez De'Shon] Don't be on that lame sh** Don't be on that lame sh** Tell them hoes you came with the same sh** Don't be on that lame sh** The wrong one to play them games with, girl [Chorus: Derez De'Shon] What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (You know why you came) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) Don't be on that lame sh** [Verse 2: Mozzy] Hey, I'm blowin' doadie with the homies I ain't have no money, ain't none of the hoes know me And now my denims is full of the dirty doughy You really 'bout a bag, lil' baby, you gotta show me I'll pull up on my lonely, where ya at? Pull this thing over and thunder you from the back, ayy I made a quarter million in the trap I'm not a rap n***a, just kinda know how to rap The hooker finna overnight the pack It'll be there in the mornin', just tell lil' whoadie relax Yeah, bust it open for me, make it clap I'ma throw a hundred ones, then tell her to run 'em back [Pre-Chorus: Derez De'Shon] Don't be on that lame sh** Don't be on that lame sh** Tell them hoes you came with the same sh** Don't be on that lame sh** The wrong one to play them games with, girl [Chorus: Derez De'Shon] What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (You know why you came) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) What up, though? (What up, though?) Don't be on that lame sh** (Yeah)