| Lately I’ve been trying to stop lying
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| But I be lying if I said that I wasn’t blinded by that ass girl
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| And I would go to hell as well if I say you didn’t
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| smell like Victoria’s secret when you pass girl
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| And that plain skirt you got on let’s a n-gga know
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| that you just might have some class girl
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| So you gotta have you some brain
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| And with all due respect you gotta pass it to Pain
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| Gots to pass it to Wayne
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| And Wayne past holding he pass you to Mack Maine
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| Or I can take you Solo for Dolo
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| Have you getting out of the Lambourghini in slow Mo
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| But I ain’t trying to butter you up
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| I’m trying to f-ck you in the kitchen let me butter you up
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| Where’s my manners, which one you like
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| Butter or syrup?
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| Let me show you what miss butter is worth.
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| Ohhhh, what it is,
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| Baby don’t act stupid (ohhh noooo)
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| Come on now let’s do this
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| Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
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| And she already know what it is
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| Baby your so perfect
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| So I know I’m bout merk it
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| Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
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| And she already know what it is
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| Shorty want a real n-gga
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| Construction have Weezy I’m a deal with her
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| She be my meal after I have a meal with her
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| Then I deal with her
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| Now won’t ya shake like a dog
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| Hop like a frog
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| Ride it like a horse
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| Scream, holla till ya lose your voice
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| Promise I know how to love, know what to do with ya heart
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| Shorty you so much of a target I hit you with a dart
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| Ooh bullseye baby, ooh ayy baby
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| Can I stick my finger in your apple pie baby
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| Now I know everybody want a piece of pie
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| But you know that they ain’t greedy as I
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| Now won’t you do it like I told you
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| Send a pic I download it
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| Cause I promise in my sidekick you got your own folder
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| If you keep f-cking with me you gon get your own chauffeur
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| First put your legs on my shoulders
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| Now usually I don’t go to hole first night with a girl
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| on the very first night
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| But you got to
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| Supposed to be a n-gga's wife
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| And technically I don’t believe in falling in love
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| If the love don’t, don’t even love
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| So with you I’m gon be giving love yeah
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| And really I don’t be calling out like that no more less it’s a shot
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| But you only go to the top
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| Now whatcha, whatcha think about that
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| Whatcha think about that
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| Whatcha think about that
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| Whatcha think about that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waist of a Wasp , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Gone Till November, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп