Wishy Washy Lyrics - Migos

You know these hoes wishy washy 

They'll fuck your partner 

Take all of your guala, take your wallet 

You know these hoes wishy washy 

They hop in my bed, they can't wait to open their legs 

They walk in the mall, they can't wait to spend all my bread 

Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy 

Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy 

Wishy washy, I can not trust them 

Wishy washy, I can not love them 

You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy 

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Let me tell you a story 

'Bout this lil' bitch named Tamara 

She'll let you smash for sure today 

And then smash your partner tomorrow 

She'll ask you can you take care of her 

That'll cost you 'bout a couple hundred dollars 

Everybody know lil' mama on go 

Everybody call her hundred gobbler 

Got hoes on hoes like a roster 

Is it because of my posture? 

But I know it's cause a nigga's dollars 

She got a baby, no, I'm not the father 

She too wishy washy, she'll go in your pocket 

And break your wallet, and you know she got it 

But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it 

And she shake like an 8 hit a corner pocket 

You can not play me 

You know you're too wishy washy 

Kick her out the house politely 

We noticed you was too excited 

No we not going for it, no we not going 

You're too wishy washy lil' bitch and you know it 

Ain't got time for a kid, the lil' bitch at the front door 

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These hoes wishy washy 

Ain't no doubt about it 

Quick to put your finger in a young nigga's wallet 

And I know you fuckin' my partner 

Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna 

High class pimpin' these niggas, she got the formula 

Suckin' my anaconda, got the flower aroma 

And on my mama I'm not fuckin' these bitches without a condom 

Wishy washy 

Cut these bitches off like hibachi 

I'm fuckin' her and her whole posse 

If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit 

She givin' up her pussy for the profit 

Her mama keep beggin' her to stop it 

She really wanna be on red carpets 

These bitches ain't shit, it's in the Bible 

Talkin' 'bout you got a baby in your stomach 

These bitches are funny 

They're tryna take a nigga's money 

I don't got no feelings for no bitches, I'm numbing 

Up to par, my swag from London 

These bitches bad, ain't worth nothin' 

I'm just sayin', I can see your plan 

You wanna get married to a rich man 

I can't fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy 

Neiman Marcus shoppin', she want me to spoil her rotten 

But I know that she's plottin' mama said don't trust nobody 

This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli 

I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better 

That Rolex is a Sky-Dweller, got gold all on my Margielas 

Pullin' up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley 

She askin' me where my umbrella 

Fox fur, put on my mink, chinchilla 

Flawless diamonds, it's gon' be a cold winter, burr, burr 

Don't wanna fuck you, lil' mama, I just want head 

These bitches, they can't wait to open their legs 

But soon as she pull in my driveway 

Pull up to my front door, she got the panties in her hand 

She know how to work the pots and pans 

She watchin' me like I'm on demand 

She the bomb, Osama Bin (Osama Bin Laden!)