Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wassa, artist - Pressa. Date of issue: 31.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wassa |
| Oh, I’m little Wassi |
| In two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| Ba-Ba-Ba-Bah! |
| (Oooo J Mak) |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |
| Ain’t a game, what you think |
| Bullets comin' at your ting |
| No comin' back to my ring |
| Hate to brag, I do my thing |
| I’m not someone, I’m a thing |
| Chinese shooter, call me Ling |
| I’m not someone you gon' smoke |
| I’m not someone you gon' drink (Ba-ba-bah!) |
| And my heart colder than rinks |
| Every time I hit the block |
| My neck water like the sink |
| He want drift, he in |
| Thirty shots, call it the zing |
| He want war, I’m in |
| Shooting guard, bro on the wing |
| He a clown, he IT |
| Dodging bullets, now he dip |
| And I’m sick with it |
| Tag a nigga, now he it |
| I am the plug, chain on my neck, that a pug |
| I live by my gun, how could I die by the gun |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |
| I’m a Wassa |
| They don’t want no actions, want no smoke |
| Shoot him right in front his folks |
| Make him do the folk |
| My shooters don’t provoke |
| I got shooters on parole |
| Check the score, check the score |
| Bet you miss your broski |
| I’m little Wassi |
| Reason why my gun is never clean |
| Super swag from head to toe |
| Bitch, I feel like Mr Neat |
| 300 grams on my neck |
| Now I feel like Lil Reese |
| Double U, that’s double V |
| Shoot shit up when I’m with Leaks |
| Kwasi Skene |
| Google him and google dream |
| And they way they shootin' shit |
| They shoulda made the shooting |
| I got choppers in the S |
| I got shooters in the E |
| Broski weage, super keys |
| Cuban links, Wassi piece |
| Gang, gang |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |
| I’m a Wassa, in two-point-five seconds like the sink |
| I’m a monster and swear to God, ain’t talking ink |
| Dodging coppers, reason why my skin ain’t got no ink |
| Go get Wass’d up, shoot a nigga dead before he blink |