| Ayy, yo
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| Huh?
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| I been in my feelings, sellin' pounds of Cali-bunga
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| I been in my feelings, sellin' pounds of Cali-bunga
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| Thirty in my clip, I’m in a jam showin' jumpers
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| Press up on your bitch, I’m on her bumpers
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| Pull up in the coupe, I’m in a panther from Wakanda
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| Lately, tradin' juice, I like my blue ones in the bundle
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| Soon I turn my stove on, whip it like it’s gumbo
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| Soon it leave the scale, I’ma pull up, serve your mama
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| Make my trap great again with Donald Trump and Melania
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| Make my trap great again with Donald Trump and Melania
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| Met my plug in snakeskin, buyin' them bricks by the hundred
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| All my homies in the state pen' shootin' nothin' but jumpers
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| Made them more commas, trappin' bags of Obama
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| Coupe from Wakanda, do the dash, that three hundred
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| Got more white than Madonna, got more blue bills in my bundles
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| Kill a Bill 'fore it bred cancer, Sicario standards
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| Crip blue my bandana, I can cook a brick with a candle
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| I set the standards, I got Wakanda seats inside the Phantom
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| I’m pullin' in and out of Steak 'n Shake, trappin' Atlanta
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| Might serve you gumbo, can’t block these shots, Mutumbo
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| Made fourteen count in Humboldt, colossal and the jumbo
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| Blue tip, Longway Rambo
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| I been in my feelings, sellin' pounds of Cali-bunga
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| Thirty in my clip, I’m in a jam showin' jumpers
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| Press up on your bitch, I’m on her bumpers
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| Pull up in the coupe, I’m in a panther from Wakanda
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| Lately, tradin' juice, I like my blue ones in the bundle
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| Soon I turn my stove on, whip it like it’s gumbo
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| Soon it leave the scale, I’ma pull up, serve your mama
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| Make my trap great again with Donald Trump and Melania
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| Bezel Obama, watch how my backdoor do numbers
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| Wrist on Melania, we trappin' trey-ones and onions
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| My neck on tsunami, eat the dick up, salami
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| Forrest Gump on the brick of molly, it run cross the country
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| Foreign push-start, bows jump like they Pop-Tarts
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| I ran my M’s up, I made it past the hard part
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| Yeah, softball, slap it out the ballpark
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| VVS and mall ball, lil' bitch, I’m an all-star
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| Alexa in my '63, I switched it with my OnStar
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| I fucked her in a cop car, woop, oh, Ms. Officer
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| Soon it leave the scale, I had to call another audible
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| Put two-tone all on my wrist, I had to match it with my Audemar
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| Longway, bitch
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| I been in my feelings, sellin' pounds of Cali-bunga
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| Thirty in my clip, I’m in a jam showin' jumpers
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| Press up on your bitch, I’m on her bumpers
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| Pull up in the coupe, I’m in a panther from Wakanda
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| Lately, tradin' juice, I like my blue ones in the bundle
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| Soon I turn my stove on, whip it like it’s gumbo
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| Soon it leave the scale, I’ma pull up, serve your mama
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| Make my trap great again with Donald Trump and Melania |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wakanda, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song The Blue M&M 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп