Song: | Wassup |
Singer: | Ciara & Busta Rhymes |
Music: | Ciara, Busta Rhymes |
Lyrics: | Ciara, Busta Rhymes |
Album: | C8* (2024) |
Wassup Lyrics
[Intro: Ciara]
What’s up?
What’s [?] me?
What’s up?
What’s [?] me?
[Chorus: Ciara]
I’m so frost like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I’m so, I’m so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks [?]
Showty [bring me up?]
Bigger than [?]
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap
That talk, ’cause they know what’s up
[Verse 1: Ciara]
Spicy, spicy, he gon’ meet a hot tamale (Spicy)
She so thicky, he be trippin’, not that party (Trippin’)
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate (Karate)
And I’m [?] as much she be so [?] (Uh-huh)
[Pre-Chorus: Ciara]
I do wanna, only worry ’bout no hater
Monday all the way to Sunday ’bout that paper
On my own like that, yeah, [?] like that
All around the world, they be showin’ off and I get love right back
[Chorus: Ciara]
I’m so frost like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I’m so, I’m so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks [?]
Showty [bring me up?]
Bigger than [?]
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap
That talk, ’cause they know what’s up
[Post-Chorus: Ciara]
What’s up? (What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?)
What’s [?] me?
What’s up? (What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?)
What’s [?] me? (Ah)
I’m so frost like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap
That talk, ’cause they know what’s up
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Well, it’s a god in the flow, I’ma make you [?] there’s a god in the mic
Every single time they typin’, in that caption, I’m the nicest in this motherf**ker, do they wanna share a little light?
See, see, see, when I’m in the club, don’t front no matter how you wanna, huh, you don’t really wanna find (Oh, nah)
Every time [?] they be smokin’ on the baby boom
You jealous of a parasite (You jealous of a parasite)
Most rounds [?] a little n!gga (Goddamn)
But you can if you like (If you like, ooh)
Put your drink up in the air, we celebratin’ life (Celebratin’ life, yeah)
Could give a f**k about the hate ’cause we ain’t dealin’ with drive
‘Cause we livin’ like everybody go and get a bottle if you want to
We don’t be the one to worry ’bout the price (That’s right)
[Chorus: Ciara]
I’m so frost like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I’m so, I’m so fresh, so clean
Like three stacks [?]
Showty [bring me up?]
Bigger than [?]
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap
That talk, ’cause they know what’s up
[Post-Chorus: Ciara]
What’s up? (What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?)
What’s [?] me?
What’s up? (What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?)
What’s [?] me? (Ah)
I’m so frost like a popsicle
But I’m hot when I walk through the club
I don’t care ’bout that yip, that yap
That talk, ’cause they know what’s up