letra de wassup - tonha
verse 1:
i’m in paris in a train, i’m so high, i can’t explain
smokin near the eiffel tower got me feeling like a plane
slowing my brain
me and you, we ain’t the same
boy you got to understand, i’m so hot that your girl tan
call me jojo
welcome to my f-cking dojo
i bet i beat you and your homies
it ain’t no joke
big punch, no chokes, broken and bleeding nose
i used to see your n-ggas with some powder on their nose
boy you bet knowing that you gonna loose
it’s all your fault
i don’t care cause my ego cannot loose
i won it all
you’re insane, boy look at your shoes, you think that you ball
just compare my sauce to yours then you n-ggas feeling small
mothaf-cka i k!ll it all, don’t need no strap to make you fall
who the f-ck you think you are?
even tall i’ll make you fall, just a call and you’ll be running all your life or praise the lord
if you want more say “encore”, i f-cked you b-tch so i’ve just scored
i know it’s hard to understand, i got money, i got plans
i have to study for those plans
thinking bands making bands got a n-gga saying d-mn i got to make this money now
calm down
i’m going up, you f-ck around?
hook:
wassup yo?
wassup?
you’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
wassup bro? wassup?
fake n-ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?
verse 2:
i had a n-gga talking to my pop when i wasn’t home but that n-gga snitched on another n-gga from my zone
knowing that he’s disabled, he’s been playing with my mental, he was coming to my house without even my permission
however, that n-gga really thought that this sh-t would last forever, my n-gga i’m growing up my time is short i need some paper
you p-ssy weirdo ass n-gga tryna rob my time? i’ve been patient with you, even knowing that you couldn’t write
alright?
alright
boy that sh-t is tight, it’s eye to eye n-gga
i wonder why you acting like an instigator n-gga
now you walking down the street with a knife in your pocket
if you’re walking with a knife you’re a p-ssy, period
f-ck it
i had a dream about rolling in a white huracan, full of bandz in my truck
throw it like a hurricane, until a stripper wanna f-ck
got my cup full of blends, boy r-t-rded, feel no pain no
chillin with my friends yo with some people that you probably don’t know
n-ggas in j-pan call me taichou
high and super hot, that’s a hot show
hook:
wassup yo?
wassup?
you’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
wassup bro? wassup?
fake n-ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?
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