Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wuzzup, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Hood Billionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Wuzzup |
Tatted tears for my woadies doin' bids in they 40s |
The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages |
Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner |
Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter |
Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin' |
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitch as soft as cotton |
All that talkin', it ain’t nothin', Rozay comfy in the pocket |
Teddy Bridgewater run the trap just like a faucet |
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest? |
No fly zone, muhfucka I’m the flyest |
Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint |
Canary pinky ring, I got PETA all on my dick |
I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners |
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar |
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road |
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup? |
They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup? |
They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup? |
They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup? |
They say my number’s gettin better, wuzzup? |
Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin' on my chest |
Nigga hatin' from the start, still I wish 'em the best |
Killa with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse |
Testosterone hella high, survived by gettin' by |
Polish up all your flaws, you can’t be fuckin' her raw |
Finally made it to the majors, stealin' bases of course |
Givin' bitches your money, she givin' it to your dog |
He who pillow talkin' the longest, may you rest in the morgue |
48 Laws flawed, my dawgs above the law |
Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu’ran |
Couple dollars on my neck, DGK on my sweats |
Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath |
I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners |
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar |
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road |
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup? |
They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup? |
They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup? |
They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup? |
They say my number’s gettin better, wuzzup? |