What Up Bitch? – D-block – letras

« What’s goin onnnn? » « It’s hot today man! »[Sheek Louch:]Woo! Aiyyo Hood let’s talk to these bitches (BE-OTCH!)Aiyyo – don’t fuck the night up nigga, light up niggaKinda tired but my dick gettin right up niggaAiyyo shorty whattup ma, you fuckin or what?Whattup with your crew, they look good – they suckin or what?Bitch c’mere (c’mere ma) I ain’t tryin to be startinBut I’m tryin to bust off ’til your mouth look like kindergartenAss up, lips hangin, pussy fartinUhh, Sheek nastier than cacaI’m tryin to put my meat up into mami like {?} to Popeye(How you say that shit?) Sheek be feelin titties like a plastic doctor(Woo!) I done fucked a couple at timesI done bust all in the face of a perfect dimeI even fell asleep twisted off Cuervo and limeWoke up, and I was on the child like ShynePancakes, all that, I ain’t got love for these bitchesI swear it be rare if I call backWake up with ’em, I put dick in ’emSend ’em for some ice and let the doorknob hit ’em (get out bitch)Some ‘gnac and a dutch, and I swear I forget ’emI don’t pass the haze, I don’t know who you suckedAnd I don’t eat pussy, I don’t know who you fucked(Aiyyo that’s that bitch right there?)(Yo that’s her right there yo)[Chorus: Sheek Louch]Aiyyo yo yo, that’s that lil’ bitch I was lookin forI ain’t know she live right here on the 5th floorTell her come over here, I’ma pull over there(What up bitch, what up bitch)Aiyyo, that’s that lil’ bitch I was lookin forI ain’t know she live right here on the 5th floorTell her come over here, I’ma pull over there(What up bitch, what up bitch)[J-Hood:]Aiyyo, pass the dutch and pass a nigga some tequilaAnd I’ma hit that bitch with the strokes of deathI ain’t gotta G her (hold that)Cum better than I spit, I do it cause that’s what I’m good atWhen I’m beatin it up, they always ask me where the Hood atGot my pimp game strong, and my dick Kane longI ain’t even gon’ lie, ain’t no need for that thongI’m a back shot specialist, believe me I’m niceBut the only thing Hood gon’ eat is a sliceI’m tryin to give a bitch the pipe, on top of a CarreraTo be honest with you Louch, I’m tryin to see CiaraWhere the freaks at, I heard they come out at nightBut I done scooped plenty broads in the morning and got rightI’m just tellin you what I’m capable ofBoo why don’t you deep throat my man meat while I break up this dubI break backs, break gats, kill tracks and get scrillaSo if you want good dick bitch holla at a nigga(What up bitch, what up bitch) [x8]BE-OTCH!