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Throwin’ Dat
Saucy Santana
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Saying you ready to record?
Yeah!
Alright, let's go
Bitches ready to (uh)
I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, bottle in hand, bottle in hand
I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club
(Whop! Whop! Whop!)
Poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Hit the check 'cause I'm fine so I could dance
Booty like water put a nigga in a trance
Ballin' in the club, he walking out empty hands
Them who want to bet ready thought he had a friend
Talking that shit, but a bitch is trying to hit that
Let's get hot in here with a fire man
Shots of 42, telling niggas go to send it
It ain't tricking if you got it; tell that nigga go to spin it (goddamn!)
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
He blowing these bands, I might have to give him a chance
They pull out a zane but all of them bad is outta the Fland (boy move)
Get right, get wit it (mmm)
I got the whole club shaking their titties
Bae, ask bout me; I'm the hottest in the city
Babylon after hours in the fire can get
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand (whop whop whop)
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club (whop! Whop! Whop!)
Poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Now slide to the left, slide to the right
Man, we gotta get it so we clubbing all night
We looking for the trees
These broke, he is out of sight
These ratchet hoes getting loose
Who I think they finna fight
Damn, a problem I can't put a tag
I'm stress to the tee
And I only hang with dimes
(I'm cryin') like Amazon
Running up the city tag like a marathon
Now bounce that ass, hope straight them titties
I'm still looking for the little slit bitches in the city
All my bitches looking pretty
This a bad bitch committee
Life niggas get a dog (hey niggas get the key)
Bitch, I'm poppin' through the club with Chanel in the fan, roll in a can
I promise I'ma find me a man
If another bitch got the sauce, better find you a pan
Talking all that cheap shit, boy find me a gram
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club (whop! Whop! Whop!)
Poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm poppin' through the club poppin' through the club (whop! Whop! Whop!)
Poppin' through the club, poppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwing that ass with a bottle in hand, a bottle in hand
I promise I'ma find me a man