Ab$olute_369 - Wassup Wit Ya?

(Bridge )
Baby, what's up with you
Baby, what's up with you

(Ab$olute: Verse l)
Look, I just wanna get a little quickie with ya
We can smoke, we can fuck, we can take a picture

Talk about our dream goals, fuckin' on the covers
She never met a nigga like me, I ain't like the others
Starin' at you, thinkin' of things, we could do
Fuck you from the back on the beach in Malibu

Baby, this ain't love, you don't need to be confused
Headed straight for first place, while they lacin' up their shoes
How can they compete when they ain't makin' no moves?
Talk about this life, but I'm really livin' proof

Drum bass, knockin while I'm turnin' up the crowd
I like the way her booty bounce, I love to make her smile
Smokin' on some Kill Bill, no Reggie Miller
What's in your cup? You need to mind your own business

Drunker than a fish, and I'm higher than a ceiling
I'm just tryna give you dope, dick, no feelings
If you need a dose, I can give you a prescription
Smokin' OG Kush, and I'm feelin' enlightened

I was in a dark place, days got brighter
Rollin' another blunt, then I spark another lighter
Self-motivated, only way that I'm inspired

Hit it from the back, can you tell me how it feel?
Everything I did was for the team, so for real
Niggas hate to see me blowin' up, I never cared
All my fuckin' life, I was trapped in despair!

You and other bitches now, they don't even compare
Rubbin' on your thighs, and I'm grippin' on your hair
Selena gave me head, the first day that we met
Hit it in the afternoon, & made her take a nap

I'ma keep makin' tracks, tryna touch some plaques
I need a fine, thick bitch with a little class 2x
Ugh!!!

That's right
Ugh
Ugh
Smoke sumn

Bitch ass

Written by:
Matthew Clark

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