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WaTa - WATANABE lyrics

Artist: WaTa

album: WHAT HAPPENS AFTER MIDNIGHT?


Swervin' in my white Toyota Corolla with my gios
Push the pedals but not the breaks, roll the windows up while we smoke
Twist J's till I can't drive I swear I'm on that zombie mode
So I hop in of the backseat of my bros' foreign, bump Fivio
That's aight, allow me bro
New kicks like ikido
Zipped up my nike coat
Perfect time on my casio
Tittie boy got 2 chains on me they tryna steal my stilo
Lace up my asics cuz I chase cash like Cardio
Ice cold, sub zero
Flexin' I'm Mario
Spanish girl I just took her home like "esta aqui mi bario"
So tranquilo
We'll be fine cuz we get stoned, she's a naughty hoe
I'm a smart kiddo
I hit once then we don't talk, adios
Tank tops, white chinos
Ridin' round on my bycicle
Packs stuffed in my socks, catch me if u can I'm Di Caprio
We counting up these notes
Do re mi fa so la ti do
Stepped in, smelled it and they thought we have like five kilos
Smoked it all, coppin' more
No leftovers from the night before
Big ballers like Ciro
But I don't play for Lazio
Me and bro can't stop scoring like Mo Salah and Sadio
Your crew's different they snitchin' and bitchin'
If ones goes down it's like dominos
I spit on Wata beats till I get the Junya Watanabe
Like what can I be if I go hard and get all this money
Playboy bunnyes in the backstage please don't tell my mommy
Sippin trippin with them women we go really dummy
I be with the phony hoes
Waiting for me at the corridor
While I'm of the shits
Tryna figure out by phone numbers who sold me coke
Bitch keep simpin' me I said too many times that I'm only yours
Shut up like Stormzy hoe
I told u many times I'm a lonely wolf
But when I'm with the pack
We're well prepared don't need the pack
Grind it roll it light it up
Pass it round like a cigarette
And my trim's fresh I don't need the cap
All my dogs real
And we feed the cats
Stayed on my boss shit
Real ties no disrespect
I spit on Wata beats till I get the Junya Watanabe
Like what can I be if I go hard and get all the money
Playboy bunnyes in the backstage please don't tell my mommy
Sippin' trippin' with them women we go really dummy

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