Coco & Clair Clair - Wishy Washy

3 o'clock on the dot he pull up on my block
We goin to the mall, I'm gettin Nike Shox
No I'm not Baroque but he treats like he's Bach
I take a lil off the top, he my dog Iggy Pop
Shopping bag, it's Goyard
You lookin mad, I go hard
I'm on a yacht, no lifeguard
You not my man, you a blowhard
He givin me the keys to the brand new Benz
We chillin waterfront but we're not holding hands

Wishy washy
Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping
Buy me what I want I want it all
Wishy washy
I like the attention but don't get too comfy
I got what I want I got it all

I love when bitches got beef with me
Little do they know I be starving
I'm always down for a keke
Pull up to the party in a Harley
Broadcast that shit, iCarly
My ice so blinding I'm sorry
You're not my father, Maury
Stacks so high like a safari
These girlies want what we have so bad
Cus their man don't buy their drip, so sad
I'm runnin to the money while he's runnin me checks
I stay actin funny but he's knows that I'm the best

Wishy washy, wish wishy washy
Wishy washy, wish wishy washy
Wishy washy, wish wishy washy
Wishy washy, wish wishy washy

Wishy washy
Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping
Buy me what I want I want it all
Wishy washy
I like the attention but don't get too comfy
I got what I want I got it all
Wishy washy
Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping
Wishy washy, wish wishy washy
Wishy washy
I like the attention but don't get too comfy
Wishy washy, wish wishy washy

Written by:
Claire Toothill, Taylor Nave

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC

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