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    "Ooh Nuthin'" Lyrics

    Project Pat

    [(CHORUS) X 2]
    Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)
    What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)
    Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)
    What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin)

    You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said
    Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD!
    Cuz it look like to me that cha did already
    Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti
    Already got me hypnotized under a spell
    Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale

    Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump
    Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk
    I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter
    Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her
    Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter
    I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta
    Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?
    You can get sprung off dis like some powder
    Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower
    Already hit the booty hole for an hour

    [CHORUS X 2]

    Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie
    Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder
    Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up
    Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt
    She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round

    She could pack it up make a killin in another town
    Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin
    Call me Mr. Whipple cause I wanna squeeze the Charmin
    Rubbbin 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 2]

    You's a bad young thang baby where yo mane
    Making niggaz heads turn like G- D-
    I'm gon ask for ya name, youve been blessed fo sho
    Smellin better than a tight rolled optimo

    I'm gon have to know, how ya garden grow
    Also you can holla back after the show
    Got somethin poking out of that short ass dress
    You know just whacha doin gal, and you a mess
    With yourself, stackin wealth got me on hard
    If I getcha in the bed pussy gon' fart
    You da strait freak type, and I'm lovin dat
    G-string, all night, you can make it clap
    She can be one of those bisexuals
    That love to engage in manage trois
    Layin down wit a man, went behind the bar
    Catchin me with dope then she take the charge

    [CHORUS (fade)]
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Bmg Rights Management Us, Llc.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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