Waka

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Chuuwee - Rap, Hip-Hop

Waka

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[Intro] [?] with incredible nature Ching Mm, mm, mm Montage, what's good, man? Ah-ah, ah-ah Wait Off-White but it's all black like [?], nana Baby, you ain't look like your father Got a new Glock and a chopper, rala Talking too much, he got blocked, ah [Chorus] Ah, shit Nana Smoking too much, yeah, I'm feeling like a rasta I is god but I ain't Allah, nah, nah Yeah, we got way more than a saga Ah, wait, waka, waka Heart in the vein, we gon' Brick squad Waka, waka [?] MRI, she's so God, a [Verse 1] Ah-ah Baby, if you want a dad, I might adopt ya Come on I said waka, waka Fuckin' up the club, we go hard in the paint Hey Fuck what you think Might need restraint Where is my drank? She love to act out her range or her rank What could she know? Nothing 'bout dough That's all I want, swear that's all we could know You be with lame niggas Never seen you kiss with the hoes (Ooh, ah, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Chuuwee] Rasta, always off some ganja Pull up to your papa, I hella do some pop-ups Phantom of the opera, ho niggas can't stop us Parmesean stepper, I just got my garlic knots up I'm tryna get my [?] off, that's until she popped off I feel like Sinatra, she overwatch like Sombra I'm always thinking commas, I think I'm Dolly Llama Presidential Benz, she keep calling me Obama She get it from her mama, her booty look like Tonka Candy Shop, Olivia, I pull up, Willy Wonka Do you remember Bonkers? And she look like Blanca I'm always moving conra, I get it from a sponsor Ain't never scared of nothing, always 'cept my baby monster For Xmas I'm on go, get her two [?] and a chopper Reup now a three-up, had to go get us a top up Demolition derby, we pull up and tear your spot up [Verse 3] Oh, you broke, name? What you talking 'bout, man? I only want bank Oh, yeah, that's bull, what you talking 'bout, man? I only smoke dank What you think? Went like four rounds, I emptied out her tank Ayy, wake up, we going to ride it 'cause I ain't shooting no [?] Okay, she bought some champagne but I already said drank Ayy, we got back and did the same thing and you already knew I sank Uh, I sink, I can't breathe, got [?] Talkin' 'bout they tore a shank, you already know my shit crank I smoke propane like my name Hank [Chorus] Ah, shit Nana Smoking too much, yeah, I'm feeling like a rasta I is god but I ain't Allah, nah, nah Yeah, we got way more than a saga Ah, wait, waka, waka Heart in the vein, we gon' Brick squad Waka, waka [?] MRI, she's so God, a

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  • Ayo B
  • Money Montage
  • Stone’s Neighbor