Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake Em Up , by - Saucy Santana. Release date: 15.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wake Em Up |
| Can’t dress like this, make em add it up |
| No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough |
| Bitch you gotta |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| 1942 got me fucked up |
| No hands, 20 bands in the booty club |
| It’s me, Ms. Drama ready to cause problems |
| All kinds shit wit' you and yo baby momma |
| She talkin' bout period, I’m lookin' for a comma (Ow) |
| Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama |
| Need a man that respect me, Philippe Patek me |
| Give me head, not a headache, don’t stress me |
| Love don’t cost a thing (Nah) |
| And I don’t think you locked in wit' a diamond ring |
| That only makes you sorry (Bye) |
| Behind the scenes, we like Nicki and Safaree |
| On IG, flexed up in your Ferrari |
| In your close friends with a bitch eatin' calamari (Tired) |
| I wanna know what you take me for? |
| (Who) |
| Yeah, I met you at the club |
| But I’m not ya baby momma though (Nah) |
| You wanna leave, let me close the door (Bye) |
| Don’t need no crab ass nigga tryna keep me in a figure 4 |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Can’t dress like this, make em add it up |
| No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough |
| Bitch you gotta |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| 1942 got me fucked up |
| No hands, 20 bands in the booty club |
| Ya nigga tryna holla, but I’m curvin' |
| Gotta find me a nigga that’s worthy |
| Cause he a clown ass nigga, Eddie Murphy (Hehe) |
| I’m finna sit court side in another nigga’s jersey |
| How you let that bitch call my phone? |
| (Why) |
| And she sendin' me receipts, what type of shit you on? |
| I ain’t sittin' all alone, stressin' and cryin' at home (Nah) |
| I’m finna call Bankroll, I’m bout to make me a song (Bankroll got it) |
| I’m tired of goin' through ya phone |
| It only prove that you did me wrong |
| She in ya phone shakin' ass in tho-tho-thong |
| Your ass is grass, kiss my ass |
| Boy, I’m go-go-gone (I'm gone) |
| What he don’t do, then another man will (Yeah) |
| To have me, man a nigga would kill |
| Not Destiny, hell naw, I can’t cater |
| Don’t want a Lil Baby, I’m fellin' like Jayda (Wah, wah, wah) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake the fuck up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Can’t dress like this, make em add it up (Nah) |
| No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough |
| Bitch you gotta |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up, what the fuck) |
| Wake em up (Wake em up) |
| 1942 got me fucked up |
| No hands, 20 bands in the booty club |