Chance The Rapper, Forever Band, Supa Bwe - Wala Cam lyrics

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Big ol' booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
Gotta plan, got a duty
Gotta dance, gotta boogie
I'm a fan, gotta stan
Gotta cam, it's a movie
Make my 'Gram look like Cannes
Like in France mamma, mamma, mamma mia
Tell me what your momma feeds ya
You getting that cornbread and choreo
Let me throw you on the story though
Trying to beat it like story mode
You belong at the war zone on wala, Wala

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Nigga, you can't dance
My feet like my hands (eeh)
Your feet like quicksand (yeah)
Something I can't stand (yeah)
Something I just hate (eeh)
I'm not on no date (yeah)
Car don't got no roof (yeah)
Works, don't got no brake (eeh)
Girl don't got no waist (yeah)
Watch don't got no face (eeh)
Jet don't got no plates
God don't got no cape (uh)
Shoes don't got no J's
Don't got no style, don't got no taste
(eeh, eeh)
Bank don't got no card, don't got quickpay
Don't got no Chase (yeah)

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Lotta, you know I gotta Wala
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Watching DBZ shorty stuck to me
Like she lowkey USB i just want some head
Want some lowkey guillotine
Police watching me like I'm lowkey new TV
Like I'm serving twenty p's
Like I lowkey used to be
Over the seas with my girl
Cause she over achieve
And don't put nobody over her king
Love my life shorty ride my face like bike
I'ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
Might split bro shit
On life, I might spent all you made
All year, all night
I might fuck some bands up
Or fuck your mans up
I might fuck some bands up
Or switch the plan up
Leave the country like right now
Shit, I might cop flight
I might take off tonight
I might, on life, I might tonight I might

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You need a name tag she got the same ass
Same drawers, same car same bag, damn fraud
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Shake it up pop-pop-pop that cork
Pop it like July 4th
Shorty's don't move like yours
She got it from a store
You got it from the Stork
They don't do this up North
They always been indoors

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