Lyrics Betty Crocker - Shotgun Willy, Yung Craka

Betty Crocker

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Geeked up with someone else’s daughter
She got so much cake, you can call her Betty Crocker
Ass fat, yeah, I know she a squatter
Baby girl so hot, she turn my ass right into water
Geeked up with someone else’s daughter
She got so much cake, you can call her Betty Crocker
Ass fat, yeah, I know she a squatter
Baby girl so hot, she turn my ass right into water
I know you want her and I got her
Spent the whole summer wearing fits that I bought her (Woo-hoo)
And doing things that I taught her
Shorty ride the stick like Harry Potter
She text me, «I had so much fun»
Yeah, girl, I’m willing to bet you did
I guess I’ll play dumb
Saw me in some pics at my ex’s crib
Hello, hello, hello, now good day
I don’t even know what I can say
She like the pope, she hope then she pray
But damn, shorty got played and now I’m
Geeked up with someone else’s daughter
She got so much cake, you can call her Betty Crocker
Ass fat, yeah, I know she a squatter
Baby girl so hot, she turn my ass right into water
Geeked up with someone else’s daughter
She got so much cake, you can call her Betty Crocker
Ass fat, yeah, I know she a squatter
Baby girl so hot, she turn my ass right into water (Ayy, ayy)
Home run,, it’s out the ball park
Most valuable player, bitch, I’m an all-star
I’m whippin' the Beamer, shoppin' at Walmart
Told sugar I need her, just call me Paul Blart
Don’t start with that «Blah, blah, blah»
Mozart lit that «La, la, la»
Small talk, chit-chat, good times, miss that
Break backs, Kit-Kat, ha-ha-ha
And now my phone keep ringin'
Said I should know better, I don’t so don’t give me that, ayy
And now my phone keep ringin'
At night I come over, she might just start singin' like
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo