What's up girl
You know who it is BZB
First its the business, then its the bitches
Juuheard me uh huh uh huh
What's poppin hit my line
What's up Girl
You know I like girls that are outlaws
Never put my money on pause
You never need to meet my dogs
Cause my niggas is dogs
Know your ex a fraud
I'm not flawed
Your ass real broad
Assemblies of the Gods
Alaskan cod on my fishing rod
Was waiting for the bus to go to the Bronx
Swear I saw her in shy catalogs
Stopping her for probable cause
Rolling up like a mob boss
Smoking sugar cane haze in the Audi saying ay mami
I'm the welcoming committee of New York City
She call me thirsty, I say it's Thursday
These hoes know I don't play around
UptownBodega - 300lbs of Sugar Interlude, Ft. BZB Lyrics
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What's up girl
You know who it is BZB
First its the business, then its the bitches
Juuheard me uh huh uh huh
What's poppin hit my line
What's up Girl
You know I like girls that are outlaws
Never put my money on pause
You never need to meet my dogs
Cause my niggas is dogs
Know your ex a fraud
I'm not flawed
Your ass real broad
Assemblies of the Gods
Alaskan cod on my fishing rod
Was waiting for the bus to go to the Bronx
Swear I saw her in shy catalogs
Stopping her for probable cause
Rolling up like a mob boss
Smoking sugar cane haze in the Audi saying ay mami
I'm the welcoming committee of New York City
She call me thirsty, I say it's Thursday
These hoes know I don't play around
You know who it is BZB
First its the business, then its the bitches
Juuheard me uh huh uh huh
What's poppin hit my line
What's up Girl
You know I like girls that are outlaws
Never put my money on pause
You never need to meet my dogs
Cause my niggas is dogs
Know your ex a fraud
I'm not flawed
Your ass real broad
Assemblies of the Gods
Alaskan cod on my fishing rod
Was waiting for the bus to go to the Bronx
Swear I saw her in shy catalogs
Stopping her for probable cause
Rolling up like a mob boss
Smoking sugar cane haze in the Audi saying ay mami
I'm the welcoming committee of New York City
She call me thirsty, I say it's Thursday
These hoes know I don't play around
Writer: Christian Martinez
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