Lil Wendy's Girl Lyrics

Oh nooo, how much ya pay for the CHOPPA show

Oh lord please tell foe his money been blown

Da producer make a million off a clout chasin' dope

Got him makin' rock music to keep him in the studio

What is up C Dot

What a dumb name you got

Why you add a four one six

Toronto's not where you live

You call yourself the king of Maine

I call your career burns in flames

You end up in a trailer park

Sippin' on your broken heart

With your big red pony tail

Lookin' like Lil Wendy's Girl

Never put ya face on ya albums

They wouldn't sell

I body the beat won't Schwepp

No ginger ale

He got a strange love

That'll land him in a cell

Oh nooo, how much ya pay for the CHOPPA show

Oh lord please tell foe his money been blown

Da producer make a million off a clout chasin' dope

Got him makin' rock music to keep him in the studio

Here we go how many fake streams you bought (C-Bot)

C Dot C Dot put em all on the funk and pop

Why we not making Hip-Hop boy i sure know

Zebley got you makin' rock to keep you in the studio

I know something they dont know about you

But we can save that for later

Gotta alot of ammunition

Gotta alot of ammunition

That gun you showed at the corner store

Prolly didn't

You attention seekin' misfit

Remember me

You learned rap from my brother

Who learned it from his brother

So I guess I'm Frankenstein

And you another culture vulture

What music you wanna make today

Probably whatever the Aussie say

Ya song flops, whats the next segue

Rap, Rock; I'd recommend Reggae

Oh nooo, how much ya pay for the CHOPPA show

Oh lord please tell foe his money been blown

Da producer make a million off a clout chasin' dope

Got him makin' rock music to keep him in the studio

Here we go how many fake streams you bought (C-Bot)

C Dot C Dot put em all on the funk and pop

Why we not making Hip-Hop boy i sure know

Zebley got you makin; rock to keep you in the studio