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kwa (rap) - wait!? (no hook) lyrics

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kwa, i think that’s short for kwaje’lanne
i don’t know how to pr_nounce that
we gon’ get it right though
i think she just started doing music, so ya’ll make sure y’all go check that out

uh yeah, let’s get right into it

yeah
um
aye she ain’t even popping, she can’t spit like me
is she fluent on the topic doing tricks like me?
and these n_ggas really tricking need a chick like me
but i don’t need nan n_gga, chick get like me
i’ll pull up ass out and a blue icee
blow a kiss at any b_tch, say she don’t like me

if i ride it from the back, bet he gon’ wife me
and he ain’t gotta sell weight, but i am pricey
i ain’t never met a n_gga that could one night me
it’s a million other hoes still ain’t one like me

say it’s a cold_ass world, baby, come ice me
it’s a quarter till, bet i make him come by three
n_gga can’t hype me, sh_t is unlikely
i like n_ggas who be ballin’, but he can’t buy me
b_tches can’t try me, sh_t is unlikely
yeah, i seen that n_gga callin’, but he ain’t my st__z
let me cuff my sleeve, let me puff my weed
and these b_tches really sleepin’, tell him up them zs

yeah, i seen you touch base, but you ain’t touch the queen
yeah, i see you f_ckin’ him, but you can’t f_ck with me
b_tch, i like to f_ck with one n_gga, that’s a tight grip
and i’d rather smoke za, but i might sip

b_tches talk loud on the gram, really tight lip
if that n_gga fine, double tap and a right cl!ck
side chick, we ain’t never ever one of those
you kiss him in his mouth, this n_gga suckin’ on my toes

you a hoe for this n_gga, he my sl_t though
let him eat it up, but he can’t put it in my b_tt though
uh_oh, pretty b_tch, he like, bae, you throwin’ it back
if he put you on top, cause he know it’s a wrap

then you need a new whip, or he holdin’ you back
real sh_t, ask a baller, they gon’ know it ain’t cap
real quick, where my bad b_tches throwin’ the stacks
where my big booty hoes touch your toes if it’s fat

where my hood ass n_ggas that be stuck in the trap
if you see a bad b_tch, tell her make the sh_t clap, like
tell her make the sh_t clap, like
tell her make the sh_t clap, like
why the f_ck these n_ggas so mother f_cking broke
but still want some mother f_cking p_ssy for free

aye
rich n_ggas to the front, broke n_ggas get lost
i need a n_gga that’s gon’ swipe, he gon’ ask what it cost
he can’t f_ck with a boss, and that’s word

if he ain’t spendin’ cash, kick that n_gga to the curb
heard real n_ggas tap in, fake n_ggas tap out
i know some n_ggas still mad, they can’t see what it’s about
they be chasin’ the clout, and that’s word

if he ain’t eatin’, kick that n_gga to the curb
swerve, doin’ 80 in a 50 in the fast lane
ridin’ with my people, casamigos, yeah, that way
bring him to the crib, we can chill, but he can’t stay

need a couple mil, f_ck a feel, bae, i can’t wait
ooh, i get real lit, got a couple n_ggas that i deal with
know a couple n_ggas wanna feel it, they be stealin’ n_ggas, k!ll me
got more ups and downs than a drill beat

tellin’ me, you hear me, do you feel me
right, brown skin, i’m a poet, not a lyricist
hating for no reason, do that really mean you feelin’ me
i power up on hoes, any chance i get, i’m k!llin’ sh_t
he want a good girl, but i’d rather be a villain
miss petty guess it came with the pretty
i’m just a hood_ass country girl actin’ sadiddy
rockin’ remy and my nails long, f_ckin’ him to trey songz

b_tches thought they seen the last of me, boy, was they wrong
askin’ me some questions, i don’t know sh_t
if that n_gga fine with a bag, i lose focus
he don’t get the kitty, now he mad, hocus pocus

that n_gga was here, now he gone, red notice, what’s the motion
they ain’t listenin’ for real unless i’m poppin’ my sh_t
and i ain’t havin’ it for real till i can pop a few whips
three cribs with no bedrooms, two studios with leg room

a couple bad b_tches just to clean it when i ain’t home, yeah
real talk, who be poppin’ like me
who y’all really wanna hear speak on the topic like me
tell a b_tch we gettin’ money, you ain’t gotta like me

and your n_gga really a gnat, he could never hype me
that sh_t is unlikely, that n_gga not my st__z
it’s too many broke n_ggas, let me grab my keys
b_tches can’t try me, that’s really unlikely

love a n_gga that be ballin’, still he can’t buy me
he can buy me rings if i rock his chain
then that n_gga really mine, i don’t need his name
if i don’t really like the n_gga, i might share his page

and the letters go a to z, but that b_tch ain’t k

- kwa rap lyrics

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