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Mattell (feat. Fam Jonaha)

Wheel

Hip-Hop/Rap

3 Shazams

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clarence Edmond Lemonte Davenport
Clarence Edmond Lemonte Davenport
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yea Yeah 'Oouuu Quack around get you duck sauced 'Shawty feeling 'ooweee with her top off Said she feeling suite like a loft You a false prophet like Adolf When i'm on the line She don't take off She a barbie I'll be her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best beleive I am her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best believe I am her ken doll When i'm on the line She don't take off Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced When you see my rib Better lay off These 'niggas some ducks They doing all that quacking I don't got no time I'm in my right mind I'm on my grind I need some cash That ass 'aint nothing to me She bussing for me and I know it Yea Her mans mad I'm sitting on my ass getting cash He don't even amount to half And i know it I know it But i'm back on my bully My glock loaded fully Buck bully You get shot The glock not hot I wont hesisatie 'Imma send the girl to let you hit it She 'gon give it to you She 'aint gon hesitate Then 'imma send them Westside guys to jack jack jack them boys that's Quack Quack Quacking like some ducks! Quack around get you duck sauced 'Shawty feeling 'ooweee with her top off Said she feeling suite like a loft You a false prophet like Adolf When i'm on the line She don't take off She a barbie I'll be her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best beleive I am her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best believe I am her ken doll When i'm on the line She don't take off Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced When you see my rib Better lay off I'm Tommy down to the Hill figure Yea Tommy not working at all We call em lil Marty Don't hit my line if the judge meet Then ask for a pardon I'm drilling like sergeant Had to make sure that you no that i'm all in Wait a minute I be taking thirteen Up in Houston 'Niggas out there stepping back like i'm Harden You should know that I be balling Baby girl talking 'bout eights I had to make sure that she fucking with me She don't fuck with no fruit for no dates Yea! Y'all don't understand I 'gotta get it Lil momma come around She flipping Digits Said a 'nigga out there moving Stacking midgets Gotta get it Baby girl i had to hit it Quack around get you duck sauced 'Shawty feeling 'ooweee with her top off Said she feeling suite like a loft You a false prophet like Adolf When i'm on the line She don't take off She a barbie I'll be her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best beleive I am her ken doll Call me Mattell I made a real barbie So best believe I am her ken doll When i'm on the line She don't take off Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced Say she feeling suite like a loft Quack around get you duck sauced When you see my rib Better lay off Yea! Ooouu! Yea!
Writer(s): Clarence Davenport Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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