Lyrics Who Dat? - Bass Santana

Who Dat?

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat
Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat
Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat (woahh)
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
I need to stop being nice to bitches
I ain’t' wasting no more time with niggas
No more patience while you waiting on yo' shit to pop
I’m upping up my grind let’s get it
My taste buds just want the finest pussy
Three eyes open I don’t mind the vision
Cop a lot and bag it up if I don’t make it fuck it jugging is my line of
business
Had some issues cause' I smoke too much
I just fucked up all my re-up on it
Hit the credit I’ll regret it guess I’ll finally learn my lesson if I see the
county
Niggas is sadder than Eeyore
Steady hatin' you should get a pen
I ain’t never been the buddy buddy unless that boy there playing for the
Pelicans
Free my nigga man he one of us, I’ve been stressing I ain’t' done enough
Feel like I should rob a couple banks but in my heart I know that would be dumb
I’m nuts
Roll up, run it up, we don’t give a fuck, lazy in the cut
Lost some bitches to my niggas but, we just share these hoes we all know they
sluts
Ugly motherfucking bass, pretty bitches want my name
I can’t show you to the plug, you not dirtying my face
Hit these licks all on my own, I ain’t' trying to catch a case
I can’t take yo' fine ass home, my lil baby on the way
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat
Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat
Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat (woahh)
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat