Plies - Or Wut lyrics

[Intro: Plies] Ay, what’s happenin homey? This yo’ lil’ boy Plies, man (shaw-tay) Ay Pain, I want you tell ’em bout your shawty homie (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaah) And I’mma tell em bout mine, dawg [Hook: T-Pain] Now, even though I’m not yo man, you not my girl I’mma call you my – shaaaaaaw-ty… Cause I cain’t stand to see you treated bad, I beat his a** For my – shaaaaaaaw-ty… And we ain’t did nothin that we ain’t sup’POSED to do Cause you my – shaaaaaaw-ty… (oh-oh) Baby girl you know I be home, keep me on the ringtoooone Shaaaaaaw-ty – sang it to me girl! [Plies] Soon as I seen her, shieet, told her I’d pay for it Lil’ mama the baddest thing ’round here, she already know it I pointed at the donk and told her, “This s’posed to be yours” (ha ha!) Showed her a couple stacks and told her I’d let her blow it The hottest n***a in the city baby you can’t ignore it I showed her I was a real n***a n’ she went for it First time I caught her sh**, she ain’t even kno’ how to tho’it back Now she a animal, I got her s** game right I taught her how to talk to me while she take pipe And opened her up and showed her what a real n***a like I told her, “I’on’t usually do this, I’on’t f** on the first night Cause after I beat ya baby, I’m liable to f** up ya whole life!” I gotta train her, now she s** me with ice I call her my lil’ bust-it baby, cause she keep it tight Whenever I tell her to bust, ain’t gotta tell her twice Whatever I wanna get off, she know how to get me right [Hook] [Interlude: T-Pain] Oh-oh (whooooooooa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Shawwwwww-DEEEE-EEEE, yeah… Oh-oh (whooooooooa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) (Shaaaaaaw-ty, yeah) SHAW-DEE, whoa, w-w-wh-oa, OH! [Plies] I love to show her off, cause all the dope boys want her Know why dey wanna beat badly, look at all dat a** on her! Look how dat p**y sit up in them shorts, you gotta want her Love when she act like she bowlegged and bend the co’ner She proud to be f**in me, cause I’m stuntin on ’em! It feel good to be f**in a real n***a, do’nuh? Ain’t called her in two days, gotta let her mind wonder But when she miss me, she call to tell me to jump on her That’s why I don’t mind breakin ‘er off, cause she ain’t with the drama If you done ripped her before, you know how to cuff lil’ mama You know she gotta be somethin, cause I done beat her hunda Babe snatchin, not now, I’m tellin ya, I promise! I exposed her to real and now she hate lame ‘member she used to run from me, now she like pain She call me sometimes just to ask is it her thang Ever since I ran up in shawty, she ain’t been the same [Hook] + [Interlude]