Culture - Wassup Lyrics

She likes shit that she can't have
And I like bitches I can't fuck with
I can fuck wit love but I ain't too good with that trust shit
Tell me that you love me, shit gets ugly you give up quick
I need you to rub me, kiss and hug me
So wassup bitch?
I need that
I need you
Are we back?
Are we thru?
Cause we fight
Then we fuck
I need that
So wassup bitch?
I be lying to yo face
Then tell the truth behind yo back
Cause my pride be in the way
I'm scared to lose you that's a fact
You say you be needing space
But I ain't stupid that's a trap
If them dudes is in yo face
You better curve em or I'll snap
I got problems I got issues
Like a thug got pistols
I told you to leave
And then you left
Fuck, I miss you
You be quick assel hell to ride the wave
That's a bristle
You just do me foul
Where the ref
Blow the whistle
She likes shit that she can't have
And I like bitches I can't fuck with
I can fuck wit love but I ain't too good with that trust shit
Tell me that you love me, shit gets ugly you give up quick
I need you to rub me, kiss and hug me
So wassup
I be balling like an athlete, but actually I rap
She be calling me her daddy I'm not actually her dad
I be callin her my baby doll she's actually a brat
Everyone that said they had me never actually had my bad back
All them niggas that be bragging never actually had a rack
But my baby really tasty, yeah she's actually a snack
My fuckin cinnamon apple I should call her Apple Jacks
So I'll just call yo ass a cab
Never call you after that
Bitch I got dollars on the way
Gotta find the time to pray
Cause tomorrow was promised
I could prolly die today
So if you pick a side then stick with it
Don't come back if you stray
Got no time for iffy bitches
You get left if you delay

She likes shit that she can't have
And I like bitches I can't fuck with
I can fuck wit love but I ain't too good with that trust shit
Tell me that you love me, shit gets ugly you give up quick
I need you to rub me, kiss and hug me
So wassup bitch?
I need that
I need you
Are we back?
Are we thru?
Cause we fight
Then we fuck
I need that
So wassup bitch?
I be lying to yo face
Then tell the truth behind yo back
Cause my pride be in the way
I'm scared to lose you that's a fact
You say you be needing space
But I ain't stupid that's a trap
If them dudes is in yo face
You better curve em or I'll snap
I got problems I got issues
Like a thug got pistols
I told you to leave
And then you left
Fuck, I miss you
You be quick assel hell to ride the wave
That's a bristle
You just do me foul
Where the ref
Blow the whistle
She likes shit that she can't have
And I like bitches I can't fuck with
I can fuck wit love but I ain't too good with that trust shit
Tell me that you love me, shit gets ugly you give up quick
I need you to rub me, kiss and hug me
So wassup
I be balling like an athlete, but actually I rap
She be calling me her daddy I'm not actually her dad
I be callin her my baby doll she's actually a brat
Everyone that said they had me never actually had my bad back
All them niggas that be bragging never actually had a rack
But my baby really tasty, yeah she's actually a snack
My fuckin cinnamon apple I should call her Apple Jacks
So I'll just call yo ass a cab
Never call you after that
Bitch I got dollars on the way
Gotta find the time to pray
Cause tomorrow was promised
I could prolly die today
So if you pick a side then stick with it
Don't come back if you stray
Got no time for iffy bitches
You get left if you delay