[Hook - Quavo:] You know these hoes wishy washy They'll fuck your partner Take all of your guala, take your wallet You knowthese hoes wishy washy They hop in my bed, they can't wait to open their legs They walk in the mall, they can't wait to spend all my bread Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy Wishy washy, I can not trust them Wishy washy, I can not love them You gotta watch them,these hoes wishy washy
[Verse 1 - Quavo:] Let me tell you a story 'Bout this lil' bitch named Tamara She'll let you smash for sure today And then smash your partner tomorrow She'll ask you can you take care of her That'll cost you 'bout a couple hundred dollars Everybody know lil' mama on go Everybody call her hundred gobbler Got hoes on hoes like a rasta Is it because of my posture? But I know it's cause a nigga's dollars She got a baby, no, I'm not the father She too wishy washy, she'll go in your pocket And break your wallet, and you know she gotit But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it And she shake like an 8 hit a corner pocket You can not play me You know you're too wishy washy Kick her out the house politely We noticed you was too excited No we not going for it, no we not going You're too wishy washy lil' bitch and you know it Ain't got time for a kid, the lil' bitch at the front door
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[Verse 2 - Offset:] These hoes wishy washy Ain't no doubt about it Quick to put your finger in a young nigga's wallet And I know you fuckin' my partner Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna High class pimpin' these niggas, she got the formula Suckin' my anaconda, got the flower aroma And on my mama I'm not fuckin' these bitches without a condom Wishy washy Cut these bitches off like hibachi I'm fuckin' her and her whole posse If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit She givin' up her pussy for the profit Her mama keep beggin' her to stop it She really wanna be on red carpets These bitches ain't shit, it's in the Bible Talkin' 'bout you got a baby in your stomach These bitches are funny They're tryna take a nigga's money I ain't got no feelings for no bitches, I'm numbing Up to par, my swag from London These bitches bad, ain't worth nothin' I'm just sayin',I can see your plan You wanna get married to a rich man
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[Verse 3 - Takeoff:] I can't fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy Neiman Marcus shoppin', she want me to spoil her rotten But I know that she's plottin' mama said don't trust nobody This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better That Rolex is a Skylander, got gold all on my Margielas Pullin' up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley She askin' me where my umbrella Fox fur put on my mink, chinchilla Flawless diamonds, it's gon' be a cold winter,burr,burr Don't wanna fuck you, lil' mama, I just want head These bitches, they can't wait to open their legs But soon as she pull in my driveway Pull up to my front door,she got the panties in her hand She know how to work the pots and pans She watchin' me like I'm on demand She the bomb, Osama Bin(Osama BinLaden!)
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