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Amaire Johnson - Wat U Sed Og Lyrics

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Who the pilot?
And my bitch eat me up while I'm driving
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
Uh

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?
Bet my bitch eat me up while I'm drivin'
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up
We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round 'em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one-of-one
And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (What you said?)

[Refrain: Isaiah Rashad]
Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Torched when I'm slidin' down (Bitch, what you said?)
[Chorus: Kal Banx]
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door

[Refrain: Isaiah Rashad]
Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down
Ghost when I'm slidin' down, Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Torched when I'm slidin' down

[Verse 2: TiaCorine]
And I don't care about your scars
Baby show me who you are
Don't need a summer for your card
And look up at a star
Cause I am just what they are
Bitch I don't need no double R
Wrap my hair up like some weed and cigar
Vacuum that dick, suck you off till tomorrow
Bitch, I'm too fly baby match that AR
Crib to your crib I popped into my car
[Segue: Guapdad 4000]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby this ain't no hot import nights baby
We tryna import right
You already know we ain't pulling up in them type Rs
We like girls that like cars
And girls that like stars, you feel me?
So they wanna come look at the constellations swing the mustangs
And that's exactly what the fuck we gon' do
When we whip out them 5.0s to match the toes
Ahh, caught her on the stroll now she wanna hoe
Ha-ha

[Chorus: Kal Banx]
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door