Testo Whoa Dere - Pap Chanel
Testo della canzone Whoa Dere (Pap Chanel), tratta dall'album Women Of Def Jam: Pap Chanel - EP
Whoa dere (whoa dere), don't play with her
He-he like, ooh-wee, lil' mama, don't play with her
Bragging to his homeboy
Ain't no bitch replacing her
I didn't see no big racks
Think it's time to break it up
O-o-okay then
Okay then (okay then)
He like whoa dere
How your waist get so thin?
These hoes out here childish
Go find you a playpen
He like whoa dere (he like whoa)
He like whoa dere
You don't like me, but your nigga do
Oh, you so mad
But your nigga wait 'til I get through
You in town, I'm outta state, hoe, just know I flew
All this ice around my neck
I don' caught the flu (icy)
Brand new weave, I'm acting new
He grabbing on this ass
But 'round his homies he be trapped out
Post up a pic like we in the ring
These hoes tapped out (whoa dere)
Give that boy that good good
Watch he K.O., call it black out
Bitch, I'm a whole meal
Tell your side hoes bring that snack out
And I bring that quality, y'all rap hoes take a seat
And yo niggas say you pretty
But she not like P.A.P., bitch
Whoa dere, don't play with her (don't play with her)
He-he like ooh-wee, lil' mama, don't play with her
Bragging to his homeboy
Ain't no bitch replacing her
I didn't see no big racks
Think it's time to break it up
O-o-kay then (okay then)
Okay then (okay then)
He like whoa dere
How your waist get so thin? (I'on know)
These hoes out here childish
Go find you a playpen
He like whoa dere (he like whoa)
Oh, he like whoa dere
If he got me singing like I'm Whitney, that dick big like Houston
I pay my own bills, bitch, you really need a boosting
He say I'm a problem, my new nigga a solution
These bitches dropping trash, yeah, call that shit pollution
Like that 30 he can't live without me (uh-uh)
Like David Ruffin, hoe, you ain't shit without me, big face
I stay in the lab, tell that nigga I need plenty top
Walk inside your store and turn that bitch into a empty shop
Treat that boy how he act, call him lil' Bill
Bitch, I'm hot as fuck
He got them marks like he hit the grill
Bitch
Whoa dere, don't play with her (don't play with her)
He-he like, ooh-wee, lil' mama, don't play with her
Bragging to his homeboy
Ain't no bitch replacing her
I didn't see no big racks
Think it's time to break it up
O-o-okay then (okay then)
Okay then (okay then)
He like whoa dere
How your waist get so thin? (I'on know)
These hoes out here childish
Go find you a playpen
Oh, he like whoa dere (he like whoa)
He like whoa dere
Bitch
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Writer(s): Jeremy Reid, Jaida Chanel Roby
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