Wazzzup feat. (DizKo & The King Lyrical)

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Dos Sinatra

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Yeah, look, ridin' with the sunroof you ain't gotta lie, it's your proof
Pretty brown skin, come through be smart when niggas thinkin' they'll help
You Left you growin', nigga, never had a curfew
Logan nigga, I ain't runnin', try to hurt you

Head suits, but you wanna get blessed too, uh
My team not finna rescue, uh back and forth, on the court
I ain't tryna push the Porsche, push the horse anybody goin' off, what's goin' on
Ain't even gotta switch the tone, I'll break the bones

New plug, I'll put you on buzz in, no intercom
Caution, I am the bomb Lil' bitch, no sing-along
Violent, I'll string along, uh fast money, turn to cash money
Anybody that's ready to dab it in, I'll stun it

Hunnid, hunnid, and hunnid shit here in the hunnid
Talk big, now we stuntin', stuntin', stuntin' violate you, you, you, you
All that shit, fool, fool, fool more, less is more
Me and her don't talk no more no, we won't talk no more

What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy
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What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy

I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist like Carlton
The female version I say my verses, people scream they love me

Hey, guys, it's working people wanna do me harm
I don't have to hurt them I just whip out the zoom and I zurp them
I've been grateful for the hate I've been gettin' as of late
Cause it means you love me more than you can say

Honestly, I wanna elevate been tricked to less than three
So I'm cray if I fall for the bait that is not okay
Pop your bumble when I blossom for the cup get a whiff if you like, take my power puffs
I like your lips, pucker up got something you could kiss if not

Tell your friend I said, what's up
What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy
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What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy

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Look, what, what, what's up with it
My music's so backed up, I know that I shit it
I feel so bad for the toilet, he quit it

And told me that my shit is tight like a fitted
Call me a dentist
I'm in your grill like some ribs or some chicken
Speaking of chicken, I need my paper to rub like some tits

And together, I'm milky for all I can get
Copy the script, remember the king did it
With the silhouette vibe, the shadows of my pivot
Bitch niggas gon' try, I tell them to come with it

I tell them to come with it, I tell them to come with it
You crossed the line and I don't mean to scrimmage
Your pilgrimage to my dick is about finish
My holy grail gives me strength, I need spins

You the ether to hook my shells, I love sinners
F*ck the backlash, I'm firing off cylinders
You can call the boys, I'm feeling the cops willingly
Niggas better know the difference

If I get to the auction last, you're outbidded
Give me you, that Johnson & Johnson
Mean it one shot, told the takes, I'm a monster
Beat it, won't pop at your cage, you're a goner

Inject the iron to your heart, I'ma stalk him, gang
What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy
What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy
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What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy
What's up, what, what, what's up, ayy

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