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kwa (rap) - wassup lyrics

aye
aye
aye
okay
i be laughing at these n+ggas
while i’m laughing to the bank
i ain’t never in the mix
and that’s some tea that you can drink
if i make your n+gga laugh
that n+gga mine
might call him stink
b+tch i’m busy getting money
why your n+gga tryna link
i could really pop my sh+t
and put your business on a track
we don’t never miss these n+ggas
cause they always double back
ya’ll be capping about these n+ggas
but check my sheet i really rap
and she be dissing in her songs
it don’t apply i’m really that
they be snaking from a distance
i be peeping from a far
i can’t stay up in the mix
lil’ b+tch my momma’ raised a star
i’m so a1 with this sh+t
i need a steak and a cigar
i need greens all on my plate
and make my drink an extra large
aye
pretty as f+ck
they hate on me then show me love
yo b+tch be twerking in the club
i’m posted up like b+tch
wassup
aye
can’t trust a n+gga now he mad
won’t let him f+ck
it ain’t no ring up on my finger
i can’t show these n+ggas love
aye

pretty as f+ck
they hate on me then show me love
yo b+tch be twerking in the club
i’m posted up like b+tch
wassup
aye
can’t trust a n+gga now he mad
won’t let him f+ck
it ain’t no ring up on my finger
i can’t show these n+ggas love
aye

i ain’t no role model
that’s why i ain’t a mammy
and your kids can’t come to my place n+gga
take them to they granny
the f+ck
he say i’m country
bae it’s hard to understand me
he gone tell me i’m a b+tch
when he can’t get up in my panties
i put champagne in my henny
i got hoes but not too many
f+ck my foes since i got
plenty motherf+ckers who against me
i be popping sh+t
i guess that’s why they mad
b+tch can’t forget me
how you my opp and sh+t
and can’t go get a bag
but wanna hit me
ya’ll b+tches weak as f+ck
i’m vibing turn my speakers up
i ain’t crying about no n+gga
who surviving til the week is up
thank god i never gave a f+ck
we turnt i woke the neighbors up
they see you doing good
it p+ss em off i know they hate it’s us
cause i’m
pretty as f+ck
they hate on me then show me love
yo b+tch be twerking in the club
i’m posted up like b+tch
wassup
aye
can’t trust a n+gga now he mad
won’t let him f+ck
it ain’t no ring up on my finger
i can’t show these n+ggas love
aye

- kwa rap lyrics

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