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• Artiste: Saucy Santana
• Titre: Wake Em Up
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Wake em up, wake em up (B-b-bankroll got it) (Diego) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up No competition sis, you ain't bad enough Bitch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fucked up No hands, 20 bands in the booty club It's me, Ms. Drama ready to cause problems All kinds shit wit' you and yo baby momma She talkin' bout period, I'm lookin' for a comma (Ow) Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama Need a man that respect me, Philippe Patek me Give me head, not a headache, don't stress me Love don't cost a thing (Nah) And I don't think you locked in wit' a diamond ring That only makes you sorry (Bye) Behind the scenes, we like Nicki and Safaree On IG, flexed up in your Ferrari In your close friends with a bitch eatin' calamari (Tired) I wanna know what you take me for? (Who) Yeah, I met you at the club But I'm not ya baby momma though (Nah) You wanna leave, let me close the door (Bye) Don't need no crab ass nigga tryna keep me in a figure 4 Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up No competition sis, you ain't bad enough Bitch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fucked up No hands, 20 bands in the booty club Ya nigga tryna holla, but I'm curvin' Gotta find me a nigga that's worthy Cause he a clown ass nigga, Eddie Murphy (Hehe) I'm finna sit court side in another nigga's jersey How you let that bitch call my phone? (Why) And she sendin' me receipts, what type of shit you on? I ain't sittin' all alone, stressin' and cryin' at home (Nah) I'm finna call Bankroll, I'm bout to make me a song (Bankroll got it) I'm tired of goin' through ya phone It only prove that you did me wrong She in ya phone shakin' ass in tho-tho-thong Your ass is grass, kiss my ass Boy, I'm go-go-gone (I'm gone) What he don't do, then another man will (Yeah) To have me, man a nigga would kill Not Destiny, hell naw, I can't cater Don't want a Lil Baby, I'm fellin' like Jayda (Wah, wah, wah) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake the fuck up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up (Nah) No competition sis, you ain't bad enough Bitch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up, what the fuck) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fucked up No hands, 20 bands in the booty club