Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Which Way You Going , by - Solomon Childs. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Which Way You Going |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira? |
| (Get the fuck off my arm, man) |
| Check it, check it out, right |
| This Beretta 9 from the Killarmy crew |
| What’s up ma? |
| Two ?? |
| and I’m ripped (Si, eat it) |
| Yo, I love pretty birds, what’s up You rollin’with me? |
| (Who the fuck you callin’a bird) |
| (?? la chocha) Yo we don’t eat dead birds, honey |
| What up sweet thing? |
| Lookin’like prom queen, eat bitch |
| Snake out our dough and do the same thing |
| But yo love, beat love to be love, you got to make love |
| Slow jams, candles and shit, word up While she work it, curved dick, between her pink lips |
| Your girlfriends buggin’and shit, check out her hips |
| Yo, the God must slayin’it well, guaranteed |
| Broke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfits |
| Big ass, big tits, shorty was raised on grits |
| Tall glasses of milk, her grandson was biscuits |
| But mad shit she lack, like a girl, she react |
| Kings need queens, not no silly dingbats |
| Sugar and spice, but yo, you ain’t that nice |
| Leave your ass fast, and won’t think twice |
| Yo, live at the barbeque, two blocks down from Park Avenue |
| Sky was blue, shorty was dressed like a groom |
| Titties and ass round like balloons |
| Chinky eyes I analyzed, took my time like an old man that’s wise |
| I pushed up, what up buttercup? |
| Probably ebonics, the slang her stuck |
| My jewely was truck, from the moment I spoke |
| Bitch almost choked on a note, she fell in love |
| Like Cinderella, I said my name was 9th Prince, boo |
| Yeah, but you can call Cinde-fella |
| Which way you going? |
| I think we goin’that way too |
| Girl, where your friends at? |
| Introduce them to my crew |
| We be the livest M.C.'s in the game, you heard boo? |
| You heard boo? |
| Yo Which way you going? |
| I think we goin’that way too |
| Yo, where your friends at? |
| Introduce them to my crew |
| Harmonize after thick thighs had me hypnotized |
| To analyze and cease for a minute, before I advertised |
| A young ass, we used to cut class, smoke greenish bags |
| Back to 49 junior high, I was a bad ass |
| Bringin’heat to school, pattin’me down was the principal |
| Nothin’he would do, gettin’suspended was the usual |
| In the boy’s room, they in the vacant classroom |
| Pokin’fast, got her tight womb, too many come to soon |
| But I was young, her little tongue’ll get my dick hard |
| She feels, tuckin’her tits up in the schoolyard |
| Took her virginity in Catholic School Trinity |
| Promised that you by first love to infinity |
| Yo, what the deal Miss Chocolate? |
| Got us some of French twist, Gucci boots, cover girl body |
| '88, the Adora hotty, Mary J. Blige body, mahogany queen |
| Body rollin’round at a slow pace |
| Can’t make lamb of girl, this the softest place |
| Playin’with the cucci at the fireplace |
| Catch I, flicks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherry |
| Kitty kats stickin’out the popcorn schrimp and strawberries |
| Bubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after dark |
| Back shots, late night, in the park |
| Solomon Childs, good girl, you heard? |
| B.B. Conduct, crushin', forever crushin' |
| Let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversation |
| Yeah, yo |