GoldLink, Sango - Wassup lyrics
[GoldLink, Sango - Wassup lyrics]
Get on my level ho, get on my level bitch
36 and Minnesota
You know who you fuckin' 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, Wassup!
Wassup, wassup, wassup with them cookies
I'm a triple OG sell propane
We street bang you a rookie
I'm a mother fucking problem
What the problem be?
I'm just probably just spit this verse and
Make sure you just coming after me
We so damn cray, rapapapa bababa ya
Shake that ass on dick and make me cum
I don't fuck with no nigga
Up top I learn it from
I will run in the streets
All day and all night
If you don't believe that shit
I'll tell you shit you've never seen
DC Maryland that's the scene?
Peanut boogie boobie ricco pretty boy [?]
Tell me if you see my niggas
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)
Fuck women, weed, and weather got the bitches
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 nigga got no pussy
What I'm 'bout to do
I mean her room right there
So should I knock or just intrude?
What it do?
Squaaash club nigga we the
Mother fucking truth
Bitch niggas copping b's asking for a truce
Throw a middle finger up and
Tell them niggas suck it
Nigga I don't tweet
I get to fighting then I bust 'em
Squaaash club nigga we the
Mother fucking truth
Bitch niggas copping b's asking for a truce
Throw a middle finger up and
Tell them niggas suck it
Nigga I don't tweet
I get to fighting then I bust 'em
36 and Minnesota
You know who you fuckin' 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, Wassup!
Wassup, wassup, wassup with them cookies
I'm a triple OG sell propane
We street bang you a rookie
I'm a mother fucking problem
What the problem be?
I'm just probably just spit this verse and
Make sure you just coming after me
We so damn cray, rapapapa bababa ya
Shake that ass on dick and make me cum
I don't fuck with no nigga
Up top I learn it from
I will run in the streets
All day and all night
If you don't believe that shit
I'll tell you shit you've never seen
DC Maryland that's the scene?
Peanut boogie boobie ricco pretty boy [?]
Tell me if you see my niggas
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)
Fuck women, weed, and weather got the bitches
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 nigga got no pussy
What I'm 'bout to do
I mean her room right there
So should I knock or just intrude?
What it do?
Squaaash club nigga we the
Mother fucking truth
Bitch niggas copping b's asking for a truce
Throw a middle finger up and
Tell them niggas suck it
Nigga I don't tweet
I get to fighting then I bust 'em
Squaaash club nigga we the
Mother fucking truth
Bitch niggas copping b's asking for a truce
Throw a middle finger up and
Tell them niggas suck it
Nigga I don't tweet
I get to fighting then I bust 'em