What Up b*tch? lyrics

"What's goin onnnn?" "It's hot today man!"

[Sheek Louch]
Woo! Aiyyo Hood let's talk to these b*tches (BE-OTCH!)
Aiyyo - don't f*ck the night up n*gga, light up n*gga
Kinda tired but my di*k gettin right up n*gga
Aiyyo shorty whattup ma, you f*ckin or what?
Whattup with your crew, they look good - they suckin or what?
b*tch c'mere (c'mere ma) I ain't tryin to be startin
But I'm tryin to bust off 'til your mouth look like kindergarten
Ass up, lips hangin, pus*y fartin
Uhh, Sheek nastier than caca
I'm tryin to put my meat up into mami like {?} to Popeye
(How you say that sh*t?) Sheek be feelin titties like a plastic doctor
(Woo!) I done f*cked a couple at times
I done bust all in the face of a perfect dime
I even fell asleep twisted off Cuervo and lime
Woke up, and I was on the child like Shyne
Pancakes, all that, I ain't got love for these b*tches
I swear it be rare if I call back
Wake up with 'em, I put di*k in 'em
Send 'em for some ice and let the doorknob hit 'em (get out b*tch)
Some 'gnac and a dutch, and I swear I forget 'em
I don't pass the haze, I don't know who you sucked
And I don't eat pus*y, I don't know who you f*cked
(Aiyyo that's that b*tch right there?)
(Yo that's her right there yo)
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo yo yo, that's that lil' b*tch I was lookin for
I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor
Tell her come over here, I'mma pull over there
(What up b*tch, what up b*tch)
Aiyyo, that's that lil' b*tch I was lookin for
I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor
Tell her come over here, I'mma pull over there
(What up b*tch, what up b*tch)

[J-Hood]
Aiyyo, pass the dutch and pass a n*gga some tequila
And I'mma hit that b*tch with the strokes of death
I ain't gotta G her (hold that)
c*m better than I spit, I do it cause that's what I'm good at
When I'm beatin it up, they always ask me where the Hood at
Got my pimp game strong, and my di*k Kane long
I ain't even gon' lie, ain't no need for that thong
I'm a back shot specialist, believe me I'm nice
But the only thing Hood gon' eat is a slice
I'm tryin to give a b*tch the pipe, on top of a Carrera
To be honest with you Louch, I'm tryin to see Ciara
Where the freaks at, I heard they come out at night
But I done scooped plenty broads in the morning and got right
I'm just tellin you what I'm capable of
Boo why don't you deep throat my man meat while I break up this dub
I break backs, break gats, kill tracks and get scrilla
So if you want good di*k b*tch holla at a n*gga
(What up b*tch, what up b*tch) {*8X*}
BE-OTCH!