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letra de wassup?! - t!filda

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(chorus)
w-ssup, w-ssup w-ssup
w-ssup, w-ssup
w-ssup, w-ssup
yeah!
you done messed up!
yo bro w-ssup?!
you done messed up
yo bro w-ssup?!

w-ssup, w-ssup w-ssup
w-ssup, w-ssup
w-ssup, w-ssup
yeah!
you done messed up!
yo bro w-ssup?!
you done messed up
yo bro w-ssup?!

(t!filda’s verse)
george w. bush right outta office yeah
yeah, you is way too old go lay in yo coffin yeah
yeah, go look on ig i just deleted ya yeah
they call me young t!filda that’s my handle yeah, yeah
i pull up eat yo face like i’m pacman
mario, i go do the dashman
supreme patty out here with a fat head yeah
you know they starin’ at my fans
i’m finna hit you with a pan
i’m like “bro where is yo mans?”
i’m like kells i’m from the land
i’m at the concert its gettin’ crammed

(bridge)
w-ssup w-ssup
w-ssup who hey?
w-ssup, w-ssup
w-ssup, you aye
pull up at ya crib like w-ssup
like lil bro you ain’t really want none
runnin’ down the street with no socks on
and i’m eatin’ chinese like i’m wing wong

w-ssup w-ssup
w-ssup who hey?
w-ssup, w-ssup
w-ssup, you aye
pull up at ya crib like w-ssup
like lil bro you ain’t really want none
runnin’ down the street with no socks on
and i’m eatin’ chinese

(wh!tenoise’s verse)
when i get up on my bullsh-t
even if you try hard
you can never see me like a shadow in the dark
i can never stop no brakes (like a shopping cart)
this be the sequel but there ain’t a part one
sharp to the point like a dart gun
won’t be no problem even if you start one
big flirt i’m takin her to the crib quick
big skrt tokyo drift sh-t
big skirt i like em’ a little thick
cypher hot johnny cash
cause’ i’m always on that ring of fire sh-t
one, two, three, four, five, six
you can always count on me comin’ like in the mornin’
when that beautiful sun rise is
ask em’ who the best and best to tell em i is
wh!tenoise, t!filda, and shyvizz

(t!filda second verse)
ridin’ with my homies
you cannot tellme nothin’
t!filda and shyvizzle we be always stuntin’
we be eatin’ good food and we hoppin’ in coupes
drippin’ sauce like oops
and you talkin’ bout a p–p
tell me that you got a ruler
big bands on me yeah (buh bye)

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