Текст песни Hotboy Wes (feat. BigWalkDog, Big Scarr) - Throw Dat

[Intro]
If you a real bitch, throw that ass, ho (One-hundred percent Platinum, baby)
You don't even pay 'em all, what they mad for?
Crip late, bills paid, you a bad ho
Stick your tongue out on a mad ho

[Verse 1]
Came up 'cause I stayed down
Smith & Wesson my waistline
Bad bitch, she from H town, got a pretty face and her waist fine
Get to it, don't waste time
Play with the pussy, I don't FaceTime
She graduated, got a great mind
Bitch built different, ain't they kind
Don't fuck around with the fake kind
I was locked up, she stayed down
Her pussy good like grape wine
Make a young nigga say, "Ah" (Ah)
In the front room, got her face down
Stand up in it like eight rounds
Let me slide in it like a playground
Make a whole move it like 8 Mile (Uh)
Pussy nigga, don't play 'round
Can't fool me with no fake smile
No laced blunt, it's straight line
Ain't nan' nigga gon' take mines
Big Dracos spit straight fire
In the hood hangin' like a grapevine
Sellin' straight dope in the daytime (Bah)
When I eat the pussy, I'ma take time

[Chorus]
Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)
You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'
Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)
You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')

[Verse 2]
Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)
Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh)
She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom
Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)
Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)
Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh)
She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom
Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)

[Chorus]
Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)
You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'
Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)
You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')