Throw Dat lyrics

[Intro]
If you a real b*tch, throw that ass, ho (One-hundred percent Platinum, baby)
You don't even pay 'em all, what they mad for?
Crip late, bills paid, you a bad ho
Stick your tongue out on a mad ho

[Verse 1]
Came up 'cause I stayed down
Smith & Wesson my waistline
Bad b*tch, she from H town, got a pretty face and her waist fine
Get to it, don't waste time
Play with the pus*y, I don't FaceTime
She graduated, got a great mind
b*tch built different, ain't they kind
Don't f*ck around with the fake kind
I was locked up, she stayed down
Her pus*y good like grape wine
Make a young n*gga say, "Ah" (Ah)
In the front room, got her face down
Stand up in it like eight rounds
Let me slide in it like a playground
Make a whole move it like 8 Mile (Uh)
pus*y n*gga, don't play 'round
Can't fool me with no fake smile
No laced blunt, it's straight line
Ain't nan' n*gga gon' take mines
Big Dracos spit straight fire
In the hood hangin' like a grapevine
Sellin' straight dope in the daytime (Bah)
When I eat the pus*y, I'ma take time
[Chorus]
b*tch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, b*tch)
You kicked that n*gga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
b*tch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'
b*tch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, b*tch)
You kicked that n*gga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
b*tch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')

[Verse 2]
Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)
Where you get that bag? That sh*t gotta be designer (Ooh)
She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom
Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)
Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)
Where you get that bag? That sh*t gotta be designer (Ooh)
She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom
Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)

[Chorus]
b*tch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, b*tch)
You kicked that n*gga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
b*tch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'
b*tch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, b*tch)
You kicked that n*gga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him
b*tch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)
Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')