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Ciara - Wassup Lyrics
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[ Featuring Busta Rhymes ]

What's up?
What's happenin'?
What's up?
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so frost like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

Spicy, spicy, he call me a hot tamale (spicy)
She so thicky, he be trippin' off that party (trippin')
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate (karate)
And I'm prayed up, that's why she be so godly (uh-huh)

I do what I want, ain't worried 'bout no hater
Monday all the way to Sunday 'bout that paper
On my own like that, yeah, homegrown like that
All around the world, they be showin' off and I give love right back

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

Well, it's a god in the flow, I'm making sure that you really know there's a god in the mic
Every single time they typin', in that caption
I'm the nicest in this motherf*cker, do they wanna share a little light?
Cici, see, when I'm in the club
Don't front no matter how you wanna, huh, you don't really wanna find (oh, nah)
Every diamond on me shinin', and we smokin' up in every room
You jealous little parasite (you jealous little parasite)
Buss rounds, it's Ciara, little nigga (goddamn)
But you can if you like (if you like)
Ooh, put your drink up in the air, we celebratin' life (celebratin' life, yeah)
Could give a f*ck about the hate 'cause we ain't dealin' with strife
'Cause we livin', nigga, everybody go and get a bottle if you want to
We don't be the one to worry 'bout the price (that's right)

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up
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What's up?
What's happenin'?
What's up?
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so frost like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

Spicy, spicy, he call me a hot tamale (spicy)
She so thicky, he be trippin' off that party (trippin')
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate (karate)
And I'm prayed up, that's why she be so godly (uh-huh)

I do what I want, ain't worried 'bout no hater
Monday all the way to Sunday 'bout that paper
On my own like that, yeah, homegrown like that
All around the world, they be showin' off and I give love right back

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

Well, it's a god in the flow, I'm making sure that you really know there's a god in the mic
Every single time they typin', in that caption
I'm the nicest in this motherf*cker, do they wanna share a little light?
Cici, see, when I'm in the club
Don't front no matter how you wanna, huh, you don't really wanna find (oh, nah)
Every diamond on me shinin', and we smokin' up in every room
You jealous little parasite (you jealous little parasite)
Buss rounds, it's Ciara, little nigga (goddamn)
But you can if you like (if you like)
Ooh, put your drink up in the air, we celebratin' life (celebratin' life, yeah)
Could give a f*ck about the hate 'cause we ain't dealin' with strife
'Cause we livin', nigga, everybody go and get a bottle if you want to
We don't be the one to worry 'bout the price (that's right)

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks and Big Boi
Shawty, beam me up
Bigger than drip, I flood
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up

What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?
What's up? (What's up, what's up, what's up?)
What's happenin'?

I'm so froze like a popsicle
But I'm hot when I walk through the club
I don't care 'bout that yip, that yap
That talk, 'cause they know what's up
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Writer: Trevor Smith, Paul Robert Morley, Courtlin Jabrae, Jonathan Edward Stephen Jeczalik, Ciara Princess Harris, Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Andrew Clark, Gary Michael Langan, Trevor Charles Horn, Anne Jennifer Dudley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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