Who Dat? - Bass Santana

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Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

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Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat

Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat (woahh)

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

I need to stop being nice to bitches

I ain’t' wasting no more time with niggas

No more patience while you waiting on yo' shit to pop

I’m upping up my grind let’s get it

My taste buds just want the finest pussy

Three eyes open I don’t mind the vision

Cop a lot and bag it up if I don’t make it fuck it jugging is my line of

business

Had some issues cause' I smoke too much

I just fucked up all my re-up on it

Hit the credit I’ll regret it guess I’ll finally learn my lesson if I see the

county

Niggas is sadder than Eeyore

Steady hatin' you should get a pen

I ain’t never been the buddy buddy unless that boy there playing for the

Pelicans

Free my nigga man he one of us, I’ve been stressing I ain’t' done enough

Feel like I should rob a couple banks but in my heart I know that would be dumb

I’m nuts

Roll up, run it up, we don’t give a fuck, lazy in the cut

Lost some bitches to my niggas but, we just share these hoes we all know they

sluts

Ugly motherfucking bass, pretty bitches want my name

I can’t show you to the plug, you not dirtying my face

Hit these licks all on my own, I ain’t' trying to catch a case

I can’t take yo' fine ass home, my lil baby on the way

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat

Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat

28, Who Dat, Whole Thing, Who Dat

Free Bass, Who Dat, Slim Waist, Who Dat (woahh)

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat