sango x goldlink - wassup lyrics
get on my level ho, get on my level b-tch
36 and minnesota, you know who you f-ckin’ with
baby girl got the pistol hangin’ straight out a prada bag
we don’t care who you or where you’re from
we still run up on you like, w-ssup!
w-ssup, w-ssup, w-ssup with them cookies
i’m a triple og sell propane, we street bang you a rookie
i’m a mother f-cking problem, what the problem be?
i’m just probably just spit this verse and make sure you just coming after me
we so d-mn cray, rapapapa bababa ya
shake that -ss on d-ck and make me c-m
i don’t f-ck with no n-gg-, up top i learn it from
i will run in the streets all day and all night
if you don’t believe that sh-t, i’ll tell you sh-t you’ve never seen
dc maryland that’s the scene,???
peanut boogie b–bie ricco pretty boy .?
tell me if you see my n-gg-s round my way for make believe
yeah
dirty pop, take a dirty glock and pop you off the block
pull that trigger look away and cry about it nada
pile it up under my bed and stuff some in my sock
never you knew you shock to synthesize just want your pradas
4th route of the cities dc, maryland, pg, and va
slangin’ dope, now audio dope but we pushin’ dope (cocaina!)
f-ck women, weed, and weather got the b-tches
hoosie heather still addicted to that waister that we rap about
take a dirty glock and pop you off the block
pull the trigger look away and cry about it later
pile it all up in my closets, stuff some in my sock
never lose your shock to senses for balenciaga, gucci, louis
belts and cartier we ran at buddies house
i saw some panties on the floor and thought of buddy’s spouse
yeah my n-gg- got no p-ssy what i’m ‘bout to do
i mean her room right there, so should i knock or just intrude?
what it do?
squaaash club n-gg- we the mother f-cking truth
b-tch n-gg-s copping b’s asking for a truce
throw a middle finger up and tell them n-gg-s suck it
n-gg- i don’t tweet, i get to fighting then i bust ‘em
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