Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wat U Sed, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wat U Sed |
| Whaddup brother |
| And my bitch eat me up while I’m driving |
| And I swear it’s a show, not a riot |
| Uh |
| I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot? |
| And my bitch keep me up while I’m drivin' |
| And I swear it’s a show, not a riot |
| And I had a nightmare last night that I wouldn’t count it up |
| We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to run 'em up |
| And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off |
| I done focus on the one-on-one |
| And I hope your pussy good as my bank account |
| What you said? |
| Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? |
| Trunk wavin' at the mall |
| Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain’t involved |
| Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I’m overcharged (Yeah) |
| Hurt, what I’m servin' in it, spread like the word of God |
| Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace |
| Geeked on my side of town, dope when I’m slidin' |
| Ghost when I’m slidin', Ghost when I’m slidin' |
| Porsche when I’m slidin' |
| All the hoes with the shorts and ya ass |
| And you got the D’Usse fallin' out your glass |
| Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club |
| 'Cause your pussy poppin', start fights in the club |
| You come through in your new rental car |
| Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star |
| And they come with 'bout four, five hoes |
| Down to fight any day, straight out the door |
| Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? |
| Trunk wavin' at the mall |
| Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain’t involved |
| Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I’m overcharged (Yeah) |
| Hurt, what I’m servin' in it, spread like the word of God |
| Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace |
| Geeked on my side of town, dope when I’m slidin' |
| Ghost when I’m slidin', Ghost when I’m slidin' |
| Porsche when I’m slidin' (What you said?) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Baby, this ain’t no |
| nights, abby |
| We tryna import right |
| You already know we ain’t pullin' up the tight bars |
| We like girls that like cars and the girls that like stars, you feel me? |
| So they wanna come look at the consolation, swing the Mustangs |
| And that’s exactly what the fuck we gon' do |
| When we knew about them 5.0s to match the toes |
| Ah, ah, ah, caught her on a stroll, now she with a hoe, haha |
| All the hoes with the shorts and ya ass |
| And you got the D’Usse fallin' out your glass |
| Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club |
| 'Cause your pussy poppin', start fights in the club |
| You come through in your new rental car |
| Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star |
| And they come with 'bout four, five hoes |
| Down to fight any day, straight out the door |
| All the hoes with the shorts and ya ass |
| And you got the D’Usse fallin' out your glass |
| Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club |
| 'Cause your pussy poppin', start fights in the club |
| You come through in your new rental car |
| Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star |
| And they come with 'bout four, five hoes |
| Down to fight any day, straight out the door |