Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pu Wah Wah, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 26.07.2010
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Pu Wah Wah |
| She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip |
| She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip |
| She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip |
| It’s a puddle on the ground, girl go on get a towel and |
| Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) |
| Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) |
| Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) |
| It’s a puddle on the ground, girl go on get a towel |
| Kali Baby |
| I’m Kaliko-ala, I like that pu-wah-wah |
| She let me do what I want to her, then I’m through with her |
| I never smooch with her, see I’m the gooch with her |
| She got a fupa, it don’t matter I’m still scooping her |
| See, see, see, see, see baby like beats like, she’s like |
| Smellin' right, then tellin' what that peach like (HEY!) |
| I take a sniff and sniff her up like snuffaluffagus |
| A horny lil' devil’s what she’s up against |
| She drippin' perfection, perfect sweat drippin' all over her |
| Bodacious Bernadette is what I’m callin' her must sop her up |
| I cough it up to get a proper slop with her |
| Yeah, I’m confident but hopein it can pop with her, she popular |
| I get her off that fluid, it be nuttin' to it |
| Gotta have her still but a bad one, so I holler: «Oh, let do it!» |
| Yo, Chewbacca got me too hot, I need cool water |
| Or ya pu-wah-wah-wah-wah |
| Kutt Calhoun-na-na, I love when pu-wah-wah |
| Make me speakin' baby talk |
| Goo-goo-gah love you doin' that |
| Thing you do with your little beaver got me pursuin' that |
| Kitty, you call Sylvester |
| But Tweety would call you puddy tat (Meow) |
| Pussy cats all around me dog |
| It’s nature to look at that, woof at that |
| Maybe later I’ll place a bone in her nookie sack |
| Perfect woman to mate with had a few |
| And we took it back to the bedrock |
| Yellin' YA-BA-DAB-A-DOO on the whoopie sack |
| Tech Nina-na I make the pu-wah-wah |
| And I make that moolah-lah true dollar, so I’m due-ala |
| What you wanna do, pah-pah, you brought the ca-ca to da-da |
| Now that’s just like a Chihuahua against Chewbacca (Na-na-na) |
| She turned it up and now she let the rump go (Na-na-na) |
| She pulled the lil' homie now I want more (Na-na-na) |
| She made the pu-wah-wah and now she won’t go |
| Like the Homie AP say: «Shut the front door» |
| I’m Makzilla-la, I like that pu-wah-wah |
| Yeah, I want your friend (My friend?) |
| No, not you, ma-ma (What?) |
| That one over there (Her?) yeah, over there (Oh) |
| Yeah, that pretty lil' somethin' with the long hair |
| I see your Christian Louboutin, so your shoe gain tight |
| This swag is atmosphere, so that means it out of sight |
| Made my way through the crowd, yep, approach got near |
| Posted at you at the bar and whispered in your ear: |
| Hey, Ms. Lady (Radio edit) Got you from a crush |
| She said, she ain’t a groupie chick and I know you’re a star |
| Don’t sweet talk me, if you plan on playin' around |
| So I jumped on the ground AND I START SCREAM LOUD! |
| Your body so bad like Jessica Biel |
| No mirage booty pop saggy booty concealed |
| She hot, yes, sir «American's Top Model» |
| Don’t need no water, got a big big bottle of that |