Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wassup Ha, artist - Vado. Album song Long Run Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: dmg
Song language: English
Wassup Ha |
Go on, GP |
Boss, what we doin'? |
Yeah |
You know I hate when the DA win |
When puttin' a good nigga in the C-A-N |
I been the man, moving weight on the P-A-N |
I had Dapper Dan liftin' the gate at 3 AM (Harlem) |
The flow worthy, drippin', these hoes thirsty |
Silk shorts, Vlone jersey, yo Fergie () |
Flow sicker than mumps, who gon' nurse me? |
Take my casket from the church, who gon' hearse me (Who?) |
Not every rapper what New York sound like |
To me, they what the New York pound like, trash (Ha) |
I ain’t top five, that don’t sound right |
I kill your top five for the crown rights, fast ('Sup?) |
All my niggas is ballin', let’s have a shoot around (Uh) |
Nowadays it’s too high if you payin' two a pound (Huh) |
Ball shorts, Gucci socks, but ain’t Gucci’d down (Huh) |
Polo tee and wide caps say Gucci and that (Uh) |
From to Riverside |
Where the bitches get money on real nigga time |
Where the streets is hungry, want every bit of fries |
Where we far from bummy and every nigga fly |
Ah, what up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
(Yeah) |
What up? |
Yo, what’s up, ha? |
(Vado, what up?) |
What up, ha? |
(Yeah) |
What’s up, ha? |
What’s up? |
I’m most hated cookouts except for most hated cookouts (Yeah) |
'Cause when the grill’s on, grill’s on and the crooks out (Come on) |
Made it through a lot, I could put a book out (Yeah) |
From being fly and shot of groupie bitches with they puss' out (Alright) |
Now it’s Met Gala’s models trippin' on gowns |
Paparazzi designers, I’m Dior’d down (Yeah) |
Man, I’m grateful, but counting money a chore now |
Girls used to front but they booty round of applause now (Right) |
It was a conscious decision not to be pimpin' (Right) |
I always felt like Jordan, but we all winning |
My generation on opiates, it’ll fog your vision |
I meditate and I levitate then pursue the vision (That's right) |
No room for Bobby Brown’s, this the new edition |
Straight precision, no collisions |
Tunnel vision, I pray my millions go through the ceiling |
Creating new positions is my crew tradition (My crew tradition) |
From to Riverside |
Where the bitches get money on real nigga time |
Where the streets is hungry, want every bit of fries |
Where we far from bummy and every nigga fly |
Ah, what up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
What up? |
Yo, what’s up, ha? |
What’s up, ha? |
What’s up, ha? |
What’s up? |
Uh, soon as I step inside of the building |
They all inside of they feelings, y’all don’t feel 'em (Who? Say less) |
I just come here to make me a killing |
Y’all tryna block me from dealings making millions (Move) |
Picture me a island and spillin' the wine, wildin' with women while they |
chillin' (New, ass) |
This is the maker, never forget it |
Get cheddar, fuck with the bitches, yeah, I been this (Dude) |
This is that Champagne flow (Harlem) |
Ayy, Jay Lester’s, never Bali a |
The gang knows I play the block in the same clothes |
For weeks straight, with white chasin' the bankrolls |
Huh, like y’all don’t need no 'caine? |
I get you a great number, you can see those things |
I’m tryna hit everybody like when Cleo aim |
I’m quick to break down like a pre-owned range (Ha) |
From to Riverside |
Where the bitches get money on real nigga time |
Where the streets is hungry, want every bit of fries |
Where we far from bummy and every nigga fly |
Ah, what up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
What up, ha? |
What up? |
Yo, what’s up, ha? |
What’s up, ha? |
What’s up, ha? |
What’s up? |