NOTYOURDAD - Wishy Washy

Bro
You know that hoe I was talkin' to the other day?
Like, for real, that hoe I was talkin' to, y'know, lil shawty?
Let me tell you…
Well, the shawty
Y'know, I was hanging out with her the other day
We were having a good time and everything, I thought
But then I turn around, that bitch gone, and I was like
Where the fuck is shawty at?
I was like, man
Fuck that shit
I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
And I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
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Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
And I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
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Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
Yo, don't you know?
NotYourDad doesn't have any time for the flaky hoes, yeah
For the flaky hoes, yeah
Uh, yeah
I took her on a date
And I put some enchiladas up on her plate, yeah
On her plate, yeah
But fuck a flake
Cause I took her back to my place
And we was having fun in the night, yeah
Well, baby, in the night, yeah
But by the time that the morning came
She had took right off from my motherfuckin' place
Left without a trace
Fuck a flake, hoe, yuh, look
I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Nuh-uh
Yeah, I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Uh, yeah
Yeah, I ain't got no time for wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
Wishy washy
No, no
No flaky hoes
Baby, I'm just trynna kick it real with you and that's just how it goes, yeah
That's just how it goes, yeah
You ain't gotta be suckin' on my dick twenty-four seven, bitch
I'm just trynna get with you
Ridin' round through the city streets, Haynes Street
You know that's how it be
But you can't be like
Oh, I can't show up at two or three
I'm not even trynna be your wife
Girl
Then give me back my fuckin' diamond ring
You's a hoe, yeah
You's a flakey hoe, yeah
I need forever hoes, yeah
If you ain't trynna be real with it, get the fuck out of my face, bitch, for real
I ain't about to frost no fuckin' flakes that be
Flakin' out on me and shit
Fuck outta here

Written by:
Thayer Cranor

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