Wassup lyrics

[Produced by Dnyc3]

[Verse 1: Too Short]
I'm dancing behind her
What she gon' do that vagina
I'm humpin' and grindin', but it feels like I'm wasting my time
I'm about to go hard on this b*tch with my di*k
I got a clean ass car and if she get in my whip, I'ma hit
I ain't runnin' no game, I don't give a f*ck if that's your woman, I ain't playin'
I tell a b*tch, exactly what I want, lick my di*k all around from the back to the front
I can't date her but I can make her squirt and c*m, shrivel and shake her
Fake n*ggas beg for the pus*y
Real n*ggas don't ever say, "Would she?"
You fake n*ggas, kiss hoes' booties
But that's where I kick 'em if the b*tch don't do me

[Bridge: Problem]
Ho, don't be callin' me, to take you out to dinner
You need to recognize, ya talking to a winner
We don't wait, ain't no drinkin' my drank
Smokin' up all my weed, yappin' 'bout what you need

[Hook: Problem]
b*tch f*ck that talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
[Verse 2: Problem]
b*tch you better understand it!
Don't take this good di*k for granted
Slide inside you can feel it in ya' tummy
pus*y eatin' n*gga with a whole lot of money
Neva with the funnies, hood like a Cutlass
Take too long, I'ma f*ck yo' cousin
Straight like that, I don't give a damn
And when I'm done, go back to ya' man
'Bout to go hard on this b*tch with my di*k
Lick these balls while I roll up this zip
Gone off a Molly, I'm on my tip
25 hater for a pound, that's a quick flip
On momma's!
Wrap it on up, then send it to ya' hood
Rollin' off Goose, I'ma give it to her good
Pull it through the hole, like kicker
Gave me head shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout pictures!

[Hook: Problem]
b*tch f*ck that talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
[Verse 3: IAmSu!]
In a real rich city, she got real big titties
Got a Asian, black and white b*tch with me, uh
Call it Neapolitan ice cream, good brain no scholarship
Hah, you know she got good grades
I get pus*y, get head, and get paid
Paper by the book, no spades and it's Heartbreak Gang we ain't playin' no games
Yatzy, CHACHI and me go stupid, I pull up in that coupe and they be like where the roof is
Throw their stars, call me a boss, take a bullet 'fore I take me a loss
b*tch n*gga, ahh and b*tch I be in grind mode
Every other day, different state, different time zone
And ho I get my shine on
Plus I got cheese and bread like a calzone

[Hook: Problem]
b*tch f*ck that talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
What's up with that pus*y though
f*ck all this talkin'
What's up with that pus*y though