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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derez De'Shon
Derez De'Shon
Vocals
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Derez De'Shon
Derez De'Shon
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
KY
KY
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You know why you came
Why you wanna play these games?
Don't be on that lame shit girl
Tell them hoes you came with
I pull up in the muhfuckin' coupe (In the coupe)
All these bitches come around me, chicken coop (Chicken, yeah)
I got 'em poppin' pussy, Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)
Everyday I live like it's a videoshoot
Ooh, she know what she doin' (What she doin')
Ooh, she turn out for the crew (For 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, ****)
Feelin' presidential like I'm Barack (Like I'm Barack, ****)
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 bitches
Long as you keep dancin' like that
I'ma throw it, pop that pussy, now throw that ass back, baow, baow
Don't be on that lame shit
Don't be on that lame shit
Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
Don't be on that lame shit
The wrong one to play them games with, girl
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Don't be actin' lame (Actin' lame)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
You you know why you came (You know why you came)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Why you wanna play these games? (Why you wanna play these games?)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
(Tell me why you play these games)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Don't be on that lame shit, yo
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, hey
I made a quarter million in the trap
I'm not a rap ****, 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 hunnid ones, then tell her to run 'em back
Don't be on that lame shit
Don't be on that lame shit
Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
Don't be on that lame shit
The wrong one to play them games with, girl
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Don't be actin' lame (Actin' lame)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
You you know why you came (You know why you came)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Why you wanna play these games? (Why you wanna play these games?)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
(Tell me why you play these games)
Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe? Whaddup doe?
Don't be on that lame shit, yeah
Don't be on that lame shit girl
Written by: Aubrey Robinson, Derez De'Shon Lenard, London Holmes, Timothy Cornell, Timothy Patterson
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