Ooh Nuthin' Lyrics - Mista Don't Play - Project Pat

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Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin) 

What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin) 

Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin) 

What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin) 

You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said 

Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD! 

Cuz it look like to me that cha did already 

Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti 

Already got me hypnotized under a spell 

Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale 

Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump 

Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk 

I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter 

Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her 

Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter 

I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta 

Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some? 

You can get sprung off dis like some powder 

Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower 

Already hit the booty hole for an hour 

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Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie 

Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder 

Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up 

Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt 

She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round 

She could pack it up make a killin in another town 

Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin 

Call me Mr. Whipple cause I wanna squeeze the Charmin 

Rubbbin on her back as I suck on her NIPPLE! 

Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO! 

Jimmy crack corn Im gon bust on her LIPPO! 

Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO! 

Down by da benz so her cheese gonna FLIPPO! 

Left the hotel with a limp like a CRIPPLE! 

Pretty like highs and her smile had a DIMPLE! 

Make her twat hot like a bust on a PIMPLE! 

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You's a bad young thang baby where yo mane 

Making niggaz heads turn like G- D- 

I'm gon ask for ya name, youve been blessed fo sho 

Smellin better than a tight rolled optimo 

I'm gon have to know, how ya garden grow 

Also you can holla back after the show 

Got somethin poking out of that short ass dress 

You know just whacha doin gal, and you a mess 

With yourself, stackin wealth got me on hard 

If I getcha in the bed pussy gon' fart 

You da strait freak type, and I'm lovin dat 

G-string, all night, you can make it clap 

She can be one of those bisexuals 

That love to engage in manage trois 

Layin down wit a man, went behind the bar 

Catchin me with dope then she take the charge 

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