Too $hort (too Short) - Wa**up lyrics

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Too $hort (too Short) - Wa**up lyrics

[Produced by Dnyc3] [Verse 1: Too Short] I'm dancing behind her What she gon' do that vagina I'm humpin' and grindin', but it feels like I'm wasting my time I'm about to go hard on this b**h with my dick I got a clean a** car and if she get in my whip, immma hit I ain't runnin' no game, I don't give a f** if that's your woman, I ain't playin' I tell a b**h, exactly what I want, lick my dick all around from the back to the front I can't date her but I can make her squirt and cum, shrivel and shake her Fake n***as beg for the p**y Real n***as don't ever say "would she?" You fake n***as, kiss hoes booties But that's where I kick 'em if the b**h don't do me [Bridge: Problem] Ho Don't be callin' me, to take you out to dinner You need to recognize, ya' talking to a winner We don't wait, ain't no drinkin' my drank Smokin' up all my weed, yappin' 'bout what you need [Hook: Problem] b**h f** that talkin'.. Wa**up with that p**y though(x4) f** all this talkin' Wa**up with that p**y though(x3) f** all this talkin' Wa**up with p**y though [Verse 2: Problem] b**h you better understand it! Don't take this good dick for granted Slide inside you can feel it in ya' tummy p**y eatin' n***a with a whole lot of money Neva' with the funnies, hood like a Cutla** Take too long, I'mma f** yo' cousin Straight like that, I don't give a damn And when I'm done, go back to ya' man 'Bout to go hard on this b**h with my dick Lick these balls while I roll up this zip Gone off a Molly. I'm on my tip 25 hater for a pound, that's a quick flip On momma's!! Wrap it on up, then send it to ya' hood Rollin' off Goose, I'mma give it to her good Pull it through the hole, like kicker Gave me head shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout pictures! (Hook) [Verse 3: IAmSu!] In a real rich city, she got real big titties Got a Asian, black and white b**h with me, uh Call it neapolitan ice cream, good brain no scholarship Hah you know she got good grades I get p**y, get head, and get paid Paper by the book, no spades and it's Heartbreak Gang we ain't playin' no games Yatzy, CHACHI, and me go stupid, I pull up in that coupe and they be like where the roof is Throw their stars, call me a boss, take a bullet 'fore I take me a loss b**h n***a, ahh. And b**h I be in grind mode Every other day, different state, different time zone And ho I get my shine on Plus I got cheese and bread like a calzone (Hook)