Wazzam
Ray
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Okay Wazzam I just got ya girl, the glam She slide, we slam Stay fried, no pans No pants Made it clap no hands Throw racks, and bands Making stacks, my stance My stance I love eating pussy like I'm a glutton Talking shit to me like I ain't bout nothing Don't try me cause, You know i ain't bluffing Pussy drive me bananas and make me nut like a muffin Niggas be stunting, niggas be frontin Fell in love with f*ck nigga, now she feel like she can't trust niggas But Wazzam, your nigga not in my lane so what's your name Look at these frames, it's designed by, ahhh, can't even pronounce it What a shame Can't see what I see, or feel my pain When I shoot my shot I got great aim Don't even do nothing But still get the blame That's why I come in the booth and spit some flame When I hit her with this slight curve I'll do whatever and get away with it All she gon say is boy you get on my fucking nerves Coming over the next day, fine old bitch, sucking on a nigga bird Head while I'm driving by a fucking nerd Shit so good I fucking swerve Fucked up my car by hitting a curve... Wazzam Bitch I'm in the bidness of breaking backs This dick make her shiver like Mako packs And when I deliver I'm taking snacks You buying my lies and I'm spitting facts That's selling my tongue and I'm taking tax I'm so Incredible, hit the Dash Gotta get a bag Yo shit really bad Shikamaru drag Wait Man down man down yo Hands up, stand down yo Grizz runnin wit the Smash Bro$ Ran down on yo hoes Tell em Grizz dont encore 'Less she slinging back that throat It's Tennis, love, backstrokes score No cap made that ass sore Okay Wazzam I just got ya girl, the glam She slide, we slam Stay fried, no pans No pants Made it clap no hands Throw racks, and bands Making stacks, my stance My stance We making plans She showered and smoke in advance Back it up like a damn You ain't 'een know she a fan I just got ya girl, the glam She slide, we slam Stay fried, no pans You know a nigga never lacking Yo girl said I'm packing So she paid for all the trips Hit the dash if I get a whiff of fish Just tryna have my life full of bliss A vet now but I been with the shits You gotta eat the chip before dip Don't come around if all you want is the tip I'll ask you what you bouta do then dip I ain't a player but I got a pinky ring like a pimp I don't love that hoe but hat's my baby til she start throwing a fit Shit is puzzling she confused tryna see where she fit Show her my junk, give her two nuts if she flinch I can't buy you a house but I can build you a tent Or you could shack up with me and my lady, but you gon have to pay rent And I don't have a problem with y'all being more than just friends I ride accordingly while y'all in the back vibed out getting in Real bitches do they thing with me it ain't gotta be a Benz If you can't see that I'm the man Bitch, tell the Dr. check your lens Okay Wazzam I just got your girl, the glam She slide, I slam Stay fried, no pans No pants Made it clap, no hands Throw racks, and bands Making stacks my stance My stance
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Written by: Gerard Robinson, Prince Grizz, Robert Stevenson III
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