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letra de wut u gon do - wc & daz dillinger

[intro: wc]
huh, wa’cha gonna do n-gga?
wa’cha gonna do?
tell me tell me tell me
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
yea all them punky -ss n-ggas talkin that sh-t my n-gga
but they talkin loud and they sayin this sh-t
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
aye daz
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
i think it’s time that we give it to these n-ggas
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
you know the question

[verse: daz dilliger]
you will never catch a strip end on the front line
yep yep, run in the streets, yea i want mine
new car, new crib, on the shelf hah
new game, f-ck the friends on a new level
hit the switch on em, hit which on em
you will see him like the side, you don’t want er
get with a cuff and real with the vi
from the means to the d-cky shorts and the knee highs
heard we ain’t with that, best believe he lie
like a rubber band money, white t levy’s
hustle, getting money til the day we die
the question is n-gga when you see me ride

[hook]
wa’cha gonna do?
tell me wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
you know the question
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do?
wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do? wa’cha gonna do?

[verse: wc]
we on the road to success, b-tches
f-ck fake n-ggas, getting off this in a minute
shake them hoes off, yea keep it pushin
yea i’m makin money back, yall catch a cookie
make run trap, then i’m back at it
all this cabbage stacked up, burning white rabbit
diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck
i’m so icy wanna shine cuz i break a sweat
i’m g’d up a shine boy make a diamond
no woman living this sh-t girl, no denying
lot of n-ggas grindin but they just lyin
they ain’t with they trucks kicked up, reverse cl-ss flyin
got my long way from where n-ggas be dyin
cocaine up the same place the chicken be flyin
from big gr-ss to big checks
for flyin it up front with the money, all chasin behind that
i felled up my corner, keep something in my lining
cuz over the c-ck n-ggas be blockin like linen
n-ggas say they want the real but they blindin
but if they look at me and dmz they find thta

[hook]

[verse: daz dillinger]
real n-ggas know me, i know they b-tches too
i’m the type of n-gga, you reeling me i’m reeling you
where my crew at? front back and center
when it’s time for war you know we keep the highest score
i tell em drop and roll, then they unload
the semi-auto automatic when that thing blow
it’s a dope world, n-gga don’t trip
daz and dub c n-gga
you know we run sh-t
you know the politics, get a lot of chips
make the brolics live, being a pilot scare
ride and never quit, hittin down the l!cks
disrespect and we make the gunpowder kick
high off of cheeba, squabble with the keeta
n-gga catch em on phase, been a wild deceiver
they can’t see us, crip walkin to paris
kaki suit and with the visa and now they leave us

[hook]
daz and dub c, west coast gangsta sh-t
the f-ck yall gon do, n-gga?

[bridge]
b-tch n-gga tell me wa’cha gonna do?
fake b-tch what the f-ck you gonna do?
all the haters, what the f-ck you gonna do?
l!ck bottles, what the f-ck you gonna do?
all my gangstas, what the f-ck you gonna do?
all my hustlers, what the f-ck you gonna do?
all my b-tches, wussup with you?
everybody tell me wa’cha gonna do?

- wc daz dillinger

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