Wuz Up Songtext
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Yeah throw them deuces up, throw them deuces up, that's real hot
Bohagon in here, D4l in here, yeah
Crime Mob in here, ya boy Lil' Jon
Throw them deuces up like this here
(Chorus)
What's happenin, wuz up (8x)
Bohagon in here, D4l in here, yeah
Crime Mob in here, ya boy Lil' Jon
Throw them deuces up like this here
(Chorus)
What's happenin, wuz up (8x)
Do you know who I am
Who am I Bohagon the life I lived it
Niggas talkin bout hustlin and ballin I did this
Aint talkin bout movies Im tellin you real shit
Can't talk haters might try to tell I did shit
You can catch me full of throttle on Hen and Remy bottles
Gon trick a couple dollars on one of my hood hollas
Cause Ima play the game however the chips fall
Bohagon got the streets jumpin like a criss cross
So fuck it, hop in the bucket and hall ass
Haters mad cause the tv dont pop out yall dash
If I head to the trunk it done went all bad
Im bout to grab a pen and spread yall ass
Chorus
Ay ay, ay throw them deuces say whats happenin Princess Im flashin
Hoes hate me cause their niggas stare while Im passin yup They start gaspin, damn she so sassy
I can split some dollars you still wont catch me lackin pimp
Without a passion for niggas you'll see me stackin these figures
And make all of these bitches become a has been
Naw no need for braggin nope no time for naggin
When you see me in the club dont hate just say whats happenin
Hey baby bien aqui papi whats up
Where your cash pesos the fatty cheese and let me see your bucks
Watch me shake my laffy taffy for these suckers Im that hard to find flavor
Sweeter than a watermelon and a pack of Now & Laters
Bubblelicious thighs I hexed eyes when I pass threw
If looks could kill then I be trill and pop you like some caps, they ask you
Remindin Im that good shit Im that coke for the fiends
Ginuwine in these jeans I keep em crawlin on their knees
Chorus
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My partner, I see you, amigo, compadre
Que paso, que paso, I keep purp from ese
I spoke to him he hate me, cause I carry A.K.
Real killer like Jon and them, Bankhead, will spray
Super hero thats what you wanna be thats real dumb man
Say whats up to the devil so we still be havin fun man
I stay smokin I stay high get geeked get geeked till the day that I die
Im startin to see spaceships on Bankhead
Whats up Bohagon Bankhead
Two dollars and the trappa pulled a blank check
Pulled out all his money aint seen the bitch faint yet
Chorus
Who am I Bohagon the life I lived it
Niggas talkin bout hustlin and ballin I did this
Aint talkin bout movies Im tellin you real shit
Can't talk haters might try to tell I did shit
You can catch me full of throttle on Hen and Remy bottles
Gon trick a couple dollars on one of my hood hollas
Cause Ima play the game however the chips fall
Bohagon got the streets jumpin like a criss cross
So fuck it, hop in the bucket and hall ass
Haters mad cause the tv dont pop out yall dash
If I head to the trunk it done went all bad
Im bout to grab a pen and spread yall ass
Chorus
Ay ay, ay throw them deuces say whats happenin Princess Im flashin
Hoes hate me cause their niggas stare while Im passin yup They start gaspin, damn she so sassy
I can split some dollars you still wont catch me lackin pimp
Without a passion for niggas you'll see me stackin these figures
And make all of these bitches become a has been
Naw no need for braggin nope no time for naggin
When you see me in the club dont hate just say whats happenin
Hey baby bien aqui papi whats up
Where your cash pesos the fatty cheese and let me see your bucks
Watch me shake my laffy taffy for these suckers Im that hard to find flavor
Sweeter than a watermelon and a pack of Now & Laters
Bubblelicious thighs I hexed eyes when I pass threw
If looks could kill then I be trill and pop you like some caps, they ask you
Remindin Im that good shit Im that coke for the fiends
Ginuwine in these jeans I keep em crawlin on their knees
Chorus
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My partner, I see you, amigo, compadre
Que paso, que paso, I keep purp from ese
I spoke to him he hate me, cause I carry A.K.
Real killer like Jon and them, Bankhead, will spray
Super hero thats what you wanna be thats real dumb man
Say whats up to the devil so we still be havin fun man
I stay smokin I stay high get geeked get geeked till the day that I die
Im startin to see spaceships on Bankhead
Whats up Bohagon Bankhead
Two dollars and the trappa pulled a blank check
Pulled out all his money aint seen the bitch faint yet
Chorus
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