| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They’ll fuck your partner
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| Take all of your guala, take your wallet
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs
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| They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
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| Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, I can not trust them
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| Wishy washy, I can not love them
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| You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
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| Let me tell you a story
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| 'Bout this lil' bitch named Tamara
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| She’ll let you smash for sure today
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| And then smash your partner tomorrow
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| She’ll ask you can you take care of her
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| That’ll cost you 'bout a couple hundred dollars
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| Everybody know lil' mama on go
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| Everybody call her hundred gobbler
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| Got hoes on hoes like a roster
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| Is it because of my posture?
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| But I know it’s cause a nigga’s dollars
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| She got a baby, no, I’m not the father
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| She too wishy washy, she’ll go in your pocket
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| And break your wallet, and you know she got it
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| But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it
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| And she shake like an 8 hit a corner pocket
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| You can not play me
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| You know you’re too wishy washy
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| Kick her out the house politely
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| We noticed you was too excited
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| No we not going for it, no we not going
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| You’re too wishy washy lil' bitch and you know it
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| Ain’t got time for a kid, the lil' bitch at the front door
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They’ll fuck your partner
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| Take all of your guala, take your wallet
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs
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| They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
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| Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, I can not trust them
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| Wishy washy, I can not love them
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| You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
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| These hoes wishy washy
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| Ain’t no doubt about it
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| Quick to put your finger in a young nigga’s wallet
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| And I know you fuckin' my partner
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| Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna
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| High class pimpin' these niggas, she got the formula
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| Suckin' my anaconda, got the flower aroma
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| And on my mama I’m not fuckin' these bitches without a condom
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| Wishy washy
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| Cut these bitches off like hibachi
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| I’m fuckin' her and her whole posse
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| If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit
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| She givin' up her pussy for the profit
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| Her mama keep beggin' her to stop it
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| She really wanna be on red carpets
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| These bitches ain’t shit, it’s in the Bible
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| Talkin' 'bout you got a baby in your stomach
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| These bitches are funny
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| They’re tryna take a nigga’s money
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| I don’t got no feelings for no bitches, I’m numbing
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| Up to par, my swag from London
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| These bitches bad, ain’t worth nothin'
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| I’m just sayin', I can see your plan
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| You wanna get married to a rich man
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They’ll fuck your partner
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| Take all of your guala, take your wallet
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs
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| They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
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| Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, I can not trust them
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| Wishy washy, I can not love them
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| You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy
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| I can’t fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy
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| Neiman Marcus shoppin', she want me to spoil her rotten
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| But I know that she’s plottin' mama said don’t trust nobody
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| This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli
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| I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better
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| That Rolex is a Sky-Dweller, got gold all on my Margielas
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| Pullin' up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley
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| She askin' me where my umbrella
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| Fox fur, put on my mink, chinchilla
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| Flawless diamonds, it’s gon' be a cold winter, burr, burr
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| Don’t wanna fuck you, lil' mama, I just want head
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| These bitches, they can’t wait to open their legs
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| But soon as she pull in my driveway
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| Pull up to my front door, she got the panties in her hand
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| She know how to work the pots and pans
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| She watchin' me like I’m on demand
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| She the bomb, Osama Bin (Osama Bin Laden!)
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They’ll fuck your partner
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| Take all of your guala, take your wallet
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| You know these hoes wishy washy
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| They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs
|
| They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread
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| Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
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| Wishy washy, I can not trust them
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| Wishy washy, I can not love them
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| You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wishy Washy , by - Migos. Song from the album Rich Ni**a Timeline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп