Valee feat. Jeremih – Womp Womp (Music Audio)

Lyrics for “Womp Womp” performed by Valee feat. Jeremih

Womp, womp, womp, womp, she give me what I wanna
Ball so hard, need a warm up, I bagged her at the Walmart
Big Tymer, Stunna, I’m out here on the come up
I beat the p**sy, drummer, I roll up, no more drama..②

Ayy, super stunt dummy, should be in the Special Olympics
Pockets so fat that I need Bally Total Fitness
Feet so fat, I hit the pedal, blew the engine
V12, duckin’ 12 like license is suspended
She’s a slobber, all on my knob, corn the cobber
Ayy, sweet thing and that p**sy taste like peach cobbler

I’ma never ever take her to meet mama
Just got a lineup and added two more to my lineup
Big money, why you always standin’ on your wallet
Profit, I just made another one, I’m Khaled
Stop it, they asked me what I do with my stacks
Just bought a wall for my plaques and a new broad for some smacks

Womp, womp, womp, womp, she give me what I wanna
Ball so hard, need a warm up, I bagged her at the Walmart
Big Tymer, Stunna, I’m out here on the come up
I beat the p**sy, drummer, I roll up, no more drama..②

Asked my mama, for bread, she told me, uuh
That’s the day I went out to get my bread up, uh huh
T-shirt VLONE, leave the coupe runnin’, won’t be long
Chinese food, wonton, I might as well try that one time
I pour Wock in the Fanta, my new bop speakin’ Spanish
F**k her twice, finish, my VVSs shinin’

Bought the b**ch some Chanel and told her it’s a handout
Old school look undone, but you still wanna buy one
B**ch look like Wonder Woman, high fashion, don’t cost nothin’
Bought that b**ch some acid, yeah, I brought back the fun, fun
Even though her weave undone, I f**ked her twice

I spent 700, then met the b**ch in London
I just bought some Balmains and since day one they looked undone
Like [?], my whip custom, my tooth chipped, think I lost one
I spent 700, f**ked that overseas stunner
If she a slut, I’ll find out, I’ll meet that b**ch mañana

Womp, womp, womp, womp, she give me what I wanna
Ball so hard, need a warm up, I bagged her at the Walmart
Big Tymer, Stunna, I’m out here on the come up
I beat the p**sy, drummer, I roll up, no more drama..②

Try not to assume-a, I tell her to assume-a
I pull up to the spot, they pull the carpet out like Luna
B**ch had on some Pumas, I told her ass to boot up
Put her on my homie, she said she down for cool-a

Ridin’ with no co-sign, I got that bread, croissant
B**ch trippin’, I think that s**t Ludacris, Shawnna
I’m talkin’ s**t, kinda, my left wrist tryna blind ya
I’m lookin’ at designer, but not who made Panda

Bottle girls bringin’ all the sparklers in
Sirens on, feel like the ice cream man
They try to keep me out, but I just Heisman in
She brought her friend, they wanna eat, told ’em we dinin’ in

B**ch lazy, don’t do much, I f**k her on the futon
I’m in some high fashion, your b**ch is dry, cactus
I been up three days, mattress, feelin’ beat up, Cassius
These b**ches fake, actress, my blunt stuffed, sinus…

➤ Produced by Cassio
Valee & Jeremih 2018

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