Songs Lyrics: Ciara

Wassup

What's up?

What's happenin'?

What's up?

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 what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

I'm so frost 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 (spicy)

She so thicky, he be trippin' off that party (trippin')

Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate (karate)

And I'm prayed up, that's why she be so godly (uh-huh)

I do what I want, ain't worried 'bout 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' off and I give love right back

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 what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

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

Well, it's a god in the flow, I'm making sure that you really know there's a god in the mic

Every single time they typin', in that caption

I'm the nicest in this motherfucker, do they wanna share a little light?

Cici, see, when I'm in the club

Don't front no matter how you wanna, huh, you don't really wanna find (oh, nah)

Every diamond on me shinin', and we smokin' up in every room

You jealous little parasite (you jealous little parasite)

Buss rounds, it's Ciara, little nigga (goddamn)

But you can if you like (if you like)

Ooh, put your drink up in the air, we celebratin' life (celebratin' life, yeah)

Could give a fuck about the hate 'cause we ain't dealin' with strife

'Cause we livin', nigga, everybody go and get a bottle if you want to

We don't be the one to worry 'bout the price (that's right)

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 what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

What's happenin'?

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