Wockanda 8000 Songtext
von A$AP Ant
Wockanda 8000 Songtext
(Fubu got that flame)
Spizzle go crazy (What!)
Cash out (ooh)
(Aye Terk, Sparkheem)
Y′all niggas playing, Bahamas I land
Like I'm P Diddy, I made my own band
Oozing, I′m damper, like a new damp
Turn up on the stage almost ripped my pants
Fell back from the game I came back advanced
Pokemon Silver, Gameboy Advance
Please do not get no dirt on my car mat
Dance with the glick in the club no romance
I got the knowledge I feel like a prophet
Ya jewelry be wet with the gun we gon' mop it
Christopher Walken, King of my City
Little finessing, my pockets on Biggiе
Shout out to bloods I'm upping the biggie
Shout out to cuz I′m touring the city
I′m scrеaming free Shaka, we used to sip Remy
She wanna come lick me but don't leave a hickey
Diamonds on Rocky, counting the Peso
Stack that bit just like a LEGO
Double cup pour in the Faygo
Digits, I ran up the ratio
She complaining, I took her to Mexico
From Baltimore, shit like a miracle
Crabs in a bucket, they didn′t try to hear me
Temperature hotter I'm feeling so spiritual
Mmm
It′s a fee to park
Bitch bring that fee, you want P to rock
I'm in LA, show me see the block
9 bricks of Yay, I want see the block
I got plenty spots, I′mma cheat the opps
It's cheaper to keep her believe me dawg
He made some stops, let the car re the rock
I want the bitch locked, lock that crib, push 'em out
Bitch give me the stake
Y′all niggas playing, Bahamas I land
Like I′m P Diddy, I made my own band
Oozing, I'm damper, like a new damp
Turn up on the stage almost ripped my pants
Fell back from the game I came back advanced
Pokemon Silver, Gameboy Advance
Please do not get no dirt on my car mat
Dance with the glick in the club no romance
Spizzle go crazy (What!)
Cash out (ooh)
(Aye Terk, Sparkheem)
Y′all niggas playing, Bahamas I land
Like I'm P Diddy, I made my own band
Oozing, I′m damper, like a new damp
Turn up on the stage almost ripped my pants
Fell back from the game I came back advanced
Pokemon Silver, Gameboy Advance
Please do not get no dirt on my car mat
Dance with the glick in the club no romance
I got the knowledge I feel like a prophet
Ya jewelry be wet with the gun we gon' mop it
Christopher Walken, King of my City
Little finessing, my pockets on Biggiе
Shout out to bloods I'm upping the biggie
Shout out to cuz I′m touring the city
I′m scrеaming free Shaka, we used to sip Remy
She wanna come lick me but don't leave a hickey
Diamonds on Rocky, counting the Peso
Stack that bit just like a LEGO
Double cup pour in the Faygo
Digits, I ran up the ratio
She complaining, I took her to Mexico
From Baltimore, shit like a miracle
Crabs in a bucket, they didn′t try to hear me
Temperature hotter I'm feeling so spiritual
Mmm
It′s a fee to park
Bitch bring that fee, you want P to rock
I'm in LA, show me see the block
9 bricks of Yay, I want see the block
I got plenty spots, I′mma cheat the opps
It's cheaper to keep her believe me dawg
He made some stops, let the car re the rock
I want the bitch locked, lock that crib, push 'em out
Bitch give me the stake
Y′all niggas playing, Bahamas I land
Like I′m P Diddy, I made my own band
Oozing, I'm damper, like a new damp
Turn up on the stage almost ripped my pants
Fell back from the game I came back advanced
Pokemon Silver, Gameboy Advance
Please do not get no dirt on my car mat
Dance with the glick in the club no romance
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Christopher Golson, Adam Kirkman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com