Project Pat - Ooh Nuthin' Lyrics
(chorus)x 2Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)Whats all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)Whats all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin)You can call me gold mouth, thats what I saidHey baby you gon eat your cornbread!Cuz it look like to me that cha did alreadyWit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghettiAlready got me hypnotized under a spellWalkin by lookin at da whale on dat taleCant tell ye aint fine wit dat big ole humpGirlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunkI beez on these big booty galz that our stouterThen the couchi hole, let her know ima bout herDamn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubterI aint being mean but her pockets on the droughtaSippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?You can get sprung off dis like some powderOops wrong hole what she said in the showerAlready hit the booty hole for an hourChorus x 2Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posieMind full of numbers make these *****es wonderLets go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house upGripp on her ass cause this lads got a big buttShe can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce roundShe could pack it up make a killin in another townShake junt staring, I dont mean no harminCall me mr. whipple cause I wanna squeeze the charminRubbbin on her back as I suck on her nipple!Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a hippo!Jimmy crack corn Im gon bust on her lippo!Jimmy in my cup my nig take a sippo!Down by da benz so her cheese gonna flippo!Left the hotel with a limp like a cripple!Pretty like highs and her smile had a dimple!Make her twat hot like a bust on a pimple!Chorus x 2Yous a bad young thang baby where yo maneMaking niggaz heads turn like g- d-Im gon ask for ya name, youve been blessed fo shoSmellin better than a tight rolled optimoIm gon have to know, how ya garden growAlso you can holla back after the showGot somethin poking out of that short ass dressYou know just whacha doin gal, and you a messWith yourself, stackin wealth got me on hardIf I getcha in the bed ***** gon fartYou da strait freak type, and Im lovin datG-string, all night, you can make it clapShe can be one of those bisexualsThat love to engage in manage troisLayin down wit a man, went behind the barCatchin me with dope then she take the chargeChorus (fade)
