Travis Porter - Wobble lyrics
[Travis Porter - Wobble lyrics]
Big face hundreds in my pocket by the porch
Got some rings in her nipples
Have to tell the bitch to shut up
And you know I got the pay
To make a bitch stay
I Could throw 50 thousand
Make it back another day
I got money, I got bitches, I got hoes
I go fishing with my dick like a stick pick
That up like a pig then I take her to the
Crib make her wobble, wobble, wobble
Take it to the mouth
Make her gobble, gobble, gobble
We ball like basketball, got
A white girl freak, no ass at all
My friend ain't got no swag at
All, baby fought with me, yeah
You can have it all
Yeah, met on a Thursday, fucked on a Friday
Put up in a 'rari, magic, face it
Beam for the school with a
Rari badass, he said Man
It ain't trickin' if you got it
Bottles on us, hoes turn up on sight
We got boss on top of boss
Ho' order what you like
Big room full of sluts I don't fought
Don't wanna fight make a wobble on a dick
Ride it like a motorbike
Told that girl hop on top of
Me while smokin' that broccoli
Say I got so much cash
She thought that she was Monopoly
Say I'm taxing you ass
Better not step on my property
I'm the man, no, you know I'm the man, no?
Make that ass wobble like one
Of your hands broke
Like a pro, she know how to do it
She gonna wobble wobble wobble and she
Do it to my music
Got some rings in her nipples
Have to tell the bitch to shut up
And you know I got the pay
To make a bitch stay
I Could throw 50 thousand
Make it back another day
I got money, I got bitches, I got hoes
I go fishing with my dick like a stick pick
That up like a pig then I take her to the
Crib make her wobble, wobble, wobble
Take it to the mouth
Make her gobble, gobble, gobble
We ball like basketball, got
A white girl freak, no ass at all
My friend ain't got no swag at
All, baby fought with me, yeah
You can have it all
Yeah, met on a Thursday, fucked on a Friday
Put up in a 'rari, magic, face it
Beam for the school with a
Rari badass, he said Man
It ain't trickin' if you got it
Bottles on us, hoes turn up on sight
We got boss on top of boss
Ho' order what you like
Big room full of sluts I don't fought
Don't wanna fight make a wobble on a dick
Ride it like a motorbike
Told that girl hop on top of
Me while smokin' that broccoli
Say I got so much cash
She thought that she was Monopoly
Say I'm taxing you ass
Better not step on my property
I'm the man, no, you know I'm the man, no?
Make that ass wobble like one
Of your hands broke
Like a pro, she know how to do it
She gonna wobble wobble wobble and she
Do it to my music