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Rob49 – Wassam Baby Lyrics
Yeah, she say she want New Orleans nigga
I said, “Wassam, baby? You wanna be my baby, huh?”
Yeah
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Turn it up, man
Wassam, baby? (Yeah) You fine, baby (Yeah), you mine, baby (Alright)
I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon’ drive you crazy (Uh-huh)
I’m givin’ the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South (Uh-huh)
Got thick hoes in the West (Alright), them North hoes where it’s at (For real)
My favorite on the Eastside, all them bossed up with a check (Uh-huh)
You with that nigga right now, but you know I’m comin’ next (For real)
I keep it P, that pussy P, ayy, baby, pop that cat
I take a shot to turn you up, buy shit you never had (Pew)
You know I got that cake right, that pussy taste right (Alright)
You know I’m in your first date, can’t do no date right (Alright)
You know I like that pussy tight, that pussy tight, right? (Right)
She bringin’ all her friends, a nigga be givin’ me good pipe
Wassam, baby? You fine, baby, you mine, baby (Alright)
I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon’ drive you crazy (Uh-huh)
I’m givin’ the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South (Uh-huh)
Got thick hoes in the West (Alright), them North hoes where it’s at (For real)
My favorite on the Eastside, all them bossed up with a check (Uh-huh)
You with that nigga right now, but you know I’m comin’ next (For real)
I keep it P, that pussy P, ayy, baby, pop that cat
I take a shot to turn you up, buy shit you never had (Pew)
Wassam, baby? You know who I am, baby
Fuck her for a thousand dollar, call that bitch my grandbaby
She want be lil’ Weezy, baby, it’s lil’ Weezy, baby
Told her don’t forget to say that “Baby”, no amnesia, baby
I’m Ms. Cita’s baby, drinkin’ me like a margarita, baby, I’m a skeeter, baby
‘Round me, these bitches lose control, finders, keepers, baby
Told these niggas I’m a reaper, baby, keep that sweeper on me
Eyeball the work, don’t need a scale, I’m a Libra, homie
Fuck her right, new thottie, I’ll fuck her right
Bugatti, I’m run the lights, yellow diamonds, no butter knife
You fine, baby, I’m slime, baby, I’m 5 and that’s 49, baby
Run up on my new bitch and these hoes just look like they seen the crowd, baby (Well, lil’ Tunechi)
Wassam, baby? (Yeah) You fine, baby (Yeah), you mine, baby (Yeah)
I treat you like a princess, but that dick gon’ drive you crazy (Yeah)
I’m givin’ the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South
Got thick hoes in the West, them North hoes where it’s at
My favorite on the Eastside (Yeah), all them bossed up with a check (Yeah)
You with that nigga right now, but you know I’m comin’ next (Bitch)
I keep it P, that pussy P (Yeah), ayy, baby, pop that cat (Bitch)
I take a shot (Yeah) to turn you up (Yeah), buy shit you never had (Bitch)
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, 49, what’s hatnin’?
Moolah baby
Brah
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