(Yung Dza)
What is lady like?
Baby, give me head tonight
I cannot f*ck with pussy niggas
But I know these bitches might
He keep rubbin', he keep touchin'
He know what I like
If I got a issue, I just call him
I don't gotta fight
Ooh, hol' up, don't record, don't record
It's my mama callin' me, I gotta press "ignore"
I put that pussy on him, later on I heard a snore
He keep that Uzi on him, they don't check him at the door
Now I'm the baddest, tough-talking savage
Oh you mad bitch? What happen? Come again?
She saw this money on me then lil' mama got to dancing
I know I'm too conceited
They can't stand it with a passion
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
Hol' on, hol' on bitch
Why you following us everywhere?
Hoe, you act like a kid
I pray to God I never lose myself over some dick
Hol' on, but I'll ride his shit
And I'ma let you do it too, let's see who he gon' pick
And I'm back on my shit again
Ain't worried about fitting in
Had a pit stop but I still win
Got a tall nigga with a 9-inch
And he fell in love with a rap bitch
Not classy, I'm ratchet
If I twerk it, he gon' smack it
Put money in my basket
I got some expensive habits
Don't like to be romantic
But I want my diamonds dancing
I don't give second chances
Once you take a bitch for granted
My attitude so nasty
I know my mouth do some damage
They giving me a challenge
I hope they know that I'm ready
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
(Yung Dza)
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(Yung Dza)
What is lady like?
Baby, give me head tonight
I cannot f*ck with pussy niggas
But I know these bitches might
He keep rubbin', he keep touchin'
He know what I like
If I got a issue, I just call him
I don't gotta fight
Ooh, hol' up, don't record, don't record
It's my mama callin' me, I gotta press "ignore"
I put that pussy on him, later on I heard a snore
He keep that Uzi on him, they don't check him at the door
Now I'm the baddest, tough-talking savage
Oh you mad bitch? What happen? Come again?
She saw this money on me then lil' mama got to dancing
I know I'm too conceited
They can't stand it with a passion
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
Hol' on, hol' on bitch
Why you following us everywhere?
Hoe, you act like a kid
I pray to God I never lose myself over some dick
Hol' on, but I'll ride his shit
And I'ma let you do it too, let's see who he gon' pick
And I'm back on my shit again
Ain't worried about fitting in
Had a pit stop but I still win
Got a tall nigga with a 9-inch
And he fell in love with a rap bitch
Not classy, I'm ratchet
If I twerk it, he gon' smack it
Put money in my basket
I got some expensive habits
Don't like to be romantic
But I want my diamonds dancing
I don't give second chances
Once you take a bitch for granted
My attitude so nasty
I know my mouth do some damage
They giving me a challenge
I hope they know that I'm ready
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
(Yung Dza)
What is lady like?
Baby, give me head tonight
I cannot f*ck with pussy niggas
But I know these bitches might
He keep rubbin', he keep touchin'
He know what I like
If I got a issue, I just call him
I don't gotta fight
Ooh, hol' up, don't record, don't record
It's my mama callin' me, I gotta press "ignore"
I put that pussy on him, later on I heard a snore
He keep that Uzi on him, they don't check him at the door
Now I'm the baddest, tough-talking savage
Oh you mad bitch? What happen? Come again?
She saw this money on me then lil' mama got to dancing
I know I'm too conceited
They can't stand it with a passion
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
Hol' on, hol' on bitch
Why you following us everywhere?
Hoe, you act like a kid
I pray to God I never lose myself over some dick
Hol' on, but I'll ride his shit
And I'ma let you do it too, let's see who he gon' pick
And I'm back on my shit again
Ain't worried about fitting in
Had a pit stop but I still win
Got a tall nigga with a 9-inch
And he fell in love with a rap bitch
Not classy, I'm ratchet
If I twerk it, he gon' smack it
Put money in my basket
I got some expensive habits
Don't like to be romantic
But I want my diamonds dancing
I don't give second chances
Once you take a bitch for granted
My attitude so nasty
I know my mouth do some damage
They giving me a challenge
I hope they know that I'm ready
They say my attitude so nasty
I act just like my Papi
A lot of niggas want a piece of me
Like I'm some candy
I ran me up a check
And then my pockets started bragging
Can't let you waste my time
So if you want to talk I'm taxing
But I can't help it, it's just my attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
My attitude
My attitude, my attitude
I don't know, I just can't help it
Man, I guess that just my attitude
(Yung Dza)
Writer: Tamia Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.