Olympics Mashup

Shut the door, you got the pookie in the hallway
Blah, blah, blah, pookie
Shut the door, you got the pookie on the side
Blah, blah, blah, pookie
Shut the door, you got the pookie in the hallway
Pookie, pookie
S-Shut the door, you got the pookie on the side
Pookie, pookie, pookie
Shut the door, you got the pookie in the hallway

Bye bye, I don’t need your shit, boy
I blocked you hard, I don’t have time for you
I blocked you hard, you’re trying too hard
This shit’s for guys like you
Tackling for cash, it’s gonna pop
For the gossipers, it’s gonna pop, crack
For the good stuff, it’s gonna get real messy
I think it’s time, ding dong

I better choose my words carefully
To please you
In the language of Molière
You, your eyes, your nose, your lovely lips
You didn’t get it
Too bad
Don’t worry and
Come into my arms
Darling I love you, love you
Darling I want you
And the rest we don’t care
You are the one for me
For me, for me, for me, amazing

I’m gang, off the game
Boy, don’t play, bang, bang, bang
I’m gang, off the game
Boy, don’t play, bang, bang, bang

Oh, Djadja
No way, Djadja
I’m not your bitch, Djadja, like, in catchana baby, you’re dead
Oh, Djadja
No way, Djadja
I’m not your bitch, Djadja, like, in catchana baby, you’re dead

You’re talking about me, there’s R
Spit again, there’s R
You wanted to get me, you didn’t know how to do it
You were playing a role, you’ll end up in hell
Damn, you’re messing up
That’s not how we do things
Damn, you’re messing up
That’s not how we do things

Oh, Djadja
No way, Djadja
I’m not your bitch, Djadja, like, in catchana baby, you’re dead
Oh, Djadja
No way, Djadja
I’m not your bitch, Djadja, like, in catchana baby, you’re dead
Oh, Djadja
No way, Djadja
In catchana baby, you’re dead