What Ha Happened (feat. MVW) - Bbyafricka & Woo Da Savage

Three, four Wake up in the morning Clock says half past one I have no sunglasses as I step into the sun There's no recollection Of the evil things I've done Head feels like I must have had some fun What happened? Last thing I remember I was chillin' at a party Pinchin' girlie's asses I was drinking recklessly I know I did something Lord what could it be? Woke up in the morning And all my friends hate me What happened? Oh yeah, play it boy wonder What am I doing here? Who is this girl in my bed? What is this shit on my face? My God, what is that awful smell? She may be an angel She may be a queen She might be Black, white, American, Indian or Japanese What happened? Threw a bottle at the bouncer Didn't think that he was cool Pissed in someone's drink And threw a bike into a pool Drivin' down the side walk Like a drunken possessed fool I broke every single traffic rule Oh, what happened? What happened? Oh, let's go! She may be an angel She may be a queen She might be Black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

And we know what happened next Aye aye aye ayeayeayeaye And we know what happened next Louie bitch from the hood, the valley I be fuckin, then duckin her How that's your girl and sadly You was never even touching her Let her in then she took everything I was wrong for even trusting her But she with you now You was wrong for even cuffing her Met a girl name Nina, she ain't like being seen, she was on me Flew to LA, wasn't from LA, Arizona Fore I went out there I ran up on 'em, with no warning And that's a fact, my nigga I'm just laying back my nigga Used to get fly to much Now i don't get fly enough Popping percys and I'm smoking this weed I dont think that I'm high enough Got a lil' bitch and she from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next Used to get fly to much Now i don't get fly enough Popping percys and I'm smoking this weed I dont think that I'm high enough Got a lil' bitch from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next I had to beat it, she want me to eat it I'm sorta like Micheal Jackson in that pussy Don't like them beef issues, we keep the misigens We keep the Mac 11's fully loaded Fuck it I'm tryna get money, teach 'em some Fuck all that stay n leavin sum Thought you really had to do it I still want my credit, cuz they dont give me none I just be serious, she just be curious Like "Where you come up with your music?" She got that wet wet, want that wet wet It be hard to refuse it Niggas keep hatin, keep on hatin They just want me to looseee it After, we hit the mall Point, you can get it all Used to get fly to much Now i don't get fly enough Popping percys and I'm smoking this weed I dont think that I'm high enough Got a Louie bitch from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next Used to get fly to much Now i don't get fly enough Popping percys and I'm smoking this weed I don't think that I'm high enough Got a lil' bitch from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next I don't think that I'm high enough Got a lil' bitch from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next I don't think that I'm high enough Got a lil' bitch from the hills the valley And she be rocking them badly Told to come over, get off at seven And we know what happened next

I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest She think I aint got no passion for her Cause I rather go pour me a four in a passion fruit soda Dooly got the blue shirt and the bands But he don't work for no Kroger Twin got 1017 chain but he been gave a brick to the squad I went and got me a zip of glass when I couldn't go get me no job I got a thot with a blue check I won't do a lick if it not about a blue check I flood a blick and he went to the pulpit Trending topic put that boy on a news click I shoot the glock til it's empty My opps adding up I need me a stick Tie up two 30s then I flip the blip Im spilling water right over my drip Im super trendy I gotta keep the blimp I'm?? I am not a lick A-R stick with the G.I Joe grip New hoe on Bleveland with fat ass and fat lips Stood on that block like a statue ?? P right in my cup Two scats now I'm doubled up High speed I leave you in dust I keep the blicky in case a nigga buck I went and earned my talents off stricking I gotta get a check like NIKE I need a ice ring like hockey I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest He fly me on Jets I get the neck then i'ma jet Take his cash he don't get no sex Suck a nigga treat him just like a bet If I want his bread know he gone break it One fair place I know that they hate it I got a keltech on me Ride on a opp just like a pony When its beef ain't no stopping we going Shoot at his bitch shoot the whole clip And after I throw he aint going for shit We got the sticks and we got them blickys Bitches start talking we get to trippen Always strapped you know I ain't kidding If I up it you know I ain't missing I want the top ain't doing no kissing Think that he broke but for me he be trickin Pop a perc you know I get litty Aye you know I get litty 5L Henchmen all in your city Body straps showing none of them hiting All these glocks out we pull up and we pop out We aiming at your top now these bitches better pipe down Bitches better pipe down smoke a bitch like a whole pound Don't get left out the side eye or you might get hit with a 100 rounds I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest I threw back that perc she threw me her neck She never been on a private airline so I fucked her a jet But she been fucked in the mex Im playing for keeps you can check Whipping the work let it stretch Protecting my heart with a vest All these glocks out