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grrrl prty - wegula lyrics

[verse 1: lizzo]
(whoop), i wish a brother (whoop)
get inside my face in the parking lot
well i (whoop whoop whoop whoop)
that astronomical, ho you comical
talking ’bout you know him? where you found him from?
in the drive-through, got him a number six
and you brought him in and gave him your fish sticks
he was spilling cause he ate your happy meal and
now i think your shine was stealing
you got mad, your weave start peeling, whaaaat?
that’s weird, but what’s weirder still
is the only back you got is the one you lay on
now tell me, who’s to blame, huh?
we just hungry outchea, getting meals and paper
you just thirsty my dear, you worry ’bout the wrong thing
gotta let you you know, no respectable female or male or animal
get the flow, unless the person in charge say so
now who’s in charge of you?
a dude in a coupe backing you for the crew? boo, you wh0r-!
scaramouche scaramouche, better do the fandango
n-gga i be django, shooting you from every angle
hurt your feelings and your paycheck
got a feeling you won’t make it (bye!)

[hook]
oops, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oops, my bad, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oops, my bad, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oh, you’s a wegula
oh, you’s a wegula
oops, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oops, my bad, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oops, my bad, i didn’t know you was a wegula
oh, you’s a wegula
oh, you’s a wegula

[verse 2: sophia eris]
but i’m outta control like tell me what you want
while you’re smoking a blunt and ya turnt eenie meanie
constantly rain, little did you you know
that my girl saw your show on the low, bro
now you wanna wake up wake up, hurry
bill murray, gotta beat your murray
t-tty with the sauce of a curry
season the reason your eyes get blurry
better hydrate, got that absynthe
twenty-first century miss sick got that blasted
boombox, this a party and we steppin’, la-di-da-di
sl!ck serin! news gotta make that queen
you got three chances, you know what i mean
the bgc has called this hearing (ooh you guilty!)
take it fast, get your clothes, on the field, geppetto’s
got you by the strings and you dancing like i taught him to, ooh
and you look so smooth, wind, grind, up on a dime
and didn’t know you be there all the time
(oops, my bad) didn’t know you be there all the time
(oops, my bad) didn’t know you be there all the time
(oops, my bad) and you still waiting in that line?
cool, how cute? no wonder you got an att-tude, is that you?

[verse 3: manchita]
in tha clerb, we got so ignorant
appet-te climbing on some what she last did sh-t
itty-bitty tum tum, wanna get a little bit o’ num nums?
bitty bitty bum bum bum pop
wanna get it, get it, get it? don’t stop
oooh, but my fancy’s just so decadent
wanna cop a cop a cota, enchilada, ricotta salada
on top of a cut of charcuterie, mercy me, merci
but oh no no, everything is closed
except the king of the wegulas’ castle doors
i’m like, “womp womp”, let’s go, they got wontons or no?
are there hot sauce that cost extra for that real tomato?
bu-bu-but wait, i think i’m smelling something funny
suddenly i caught this wegula talking sh-t to my buddies
whoa whoa whoa, slow your roll though, recognize the threshold also
how could you think that you could prove sh-t to a hundred proof?
who you think you talking to?
we got the absynthe and manchita bout to wegulate this fool

[outro]
i would like a number six
ah man these girls, ugh
why they so loud? ugh
um, if you have something to say
you need to say it to us
uhh, tama, excuse me, uh, he wasn’t talking to you, he was talkin’ to me
and, uh, he’s a wegula, so…

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