Ciara

Wassup
What’s happenin’
Wassup
What’s happenin’

I’m so froze like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I’m so, I’m so fresh so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don’t care bout that yip, that yap, that talk
‘Cause they know wassup

Wassup (wassup, wassup, wassup)
What’s happenin’
Wassup (wassup, wassup, wassup)
What’s happenin’ (Oh)
I’m so froze like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap, that talk
‘Cause they know what’s up

Spicy spicy
He call me a hot tamale
She so thicky
He be trippin’ off that body
Chop it, chop it, chop it
Chop it like karate
And I’m prayed up
That’s why she be so godly

I do what I want and worry about no hater
Monday all the way to Sunday ’bout that paper
On my own like that, yeah homegrown like that
All around the world they be showin’ love and I give love right back

Well it’s the God of the flow
I’m making sure you really know that it’s the god of the mic
Every single time you typing in a caption
I’m the nicest in this motherfucker
Do I need to shed a little light? (CiCi)
See when I’m in the club
Don’t front no matter how you wanna (uh)
You don’t really wanna fight (oh nah)
Every diamond on me shinin’ and we sparkling up every room
You jealous little parasites
Busta Rhymes and Ciara lil nigga (Cock, aim)
Bust ya cannon if you like (if you like, ooooo)
Put your drink up in the air yeah
Cause we celebratin’ life (celebratin’ life, yeah)
Could give a fuck about the hate
‘Cause we ain’t dealin’ with the strife
‘Cause we livin’ nigga
Everybody go and get a bottle if you want to
We done bought the bar don’t worry about the price
That’s right!

Wassup

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