Wassup
Wassup

Ik SNM - Wassup Lyrics

Feb 8, 2021
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Wassup Lyrics

Wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup
My nigga
I'm the one don't you remember
I am, that nigga
That be burning hot into December
Man like Skippy on fire doe
Big jag guns like Cyro
Big shifter up the hole
Come and take what's mine doe
Duck that gyal make her scream like high note
We in the party we jumping
Big timba's up stomping
Real fat stinking pumpkin
Crack up your head like Humpty Dumpty pause,
Gyal in my bizz like peepin' Tom
Don't know what's in my head like yohhh
No face no case no law
When my dawgs 'em are lurking
Out here we don't play no games
When i rise this burna'
Nine up your mans don't leave no trace
Them mandem act bad for camera
But my dawgs dem know real badness
Gyal call me Dad but i'm not your Father
IK a bad man pon this
Knife up your arse make you feel real queasy
Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman
Them opp-boys they're all pagans
Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman
Opp-boys they're all lame fam
No time to talk no chit chat
Silencer on my tip no click clack
Hollow tips on my Glock that's big facts
Gimme that shit right now i need that
Snow White on my flute might pipe her
Not in a gang but i'm a lifer
Smoking rizlas elevate higher
Bend her over and I smack that
If it ain't dead presidents man ain't on that
232 Freetown na we dea ya
Going insane out of mind but I ain't mad

Wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup
My nigga
I'm the one don't you remember
I am, that nigga
That be burning hot into December
Man like Skippy on fire doe
Big jag guns like Cyro
Big shifter up the hole
Come and take what's mine doe
Duck that gyal make her scream like high note
We in the party we jumping
Big timba's up stomping
Real fat stinking pumpkin
Crack up your head like Humpty Dumpty pause,
Gyal in my bizz like peepin' Tom
Don't know what's in my head like yohhh
No face no case no law
When my dawgs 'em are lurking
Out here we don't play no games
When i rise this burna'
Nine up your mans don't leave no trace
Them mandem act bad for camera
But my dawgs dem know real badness
Gyal call me Dad but i'm not your Father
IK a bad man pon this
Knife up your arse make you feel real queasy
Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman
Them opp-boys they're all pagans
Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman
Opp-boys they're all lame fam
No time to talk no chit chat
Silencer on my tip no click clack
Hollow tips on my Glock that's big facts
Gimme that shit right now i need that
Snow White on my flute might pipe her
Not in a gang but i'm a lifer
Smoking rizlas elevate higher
Bend her over and I smack that
If it ain't dead presidents man ain't on that
232 Freetown na we dea ya
Going insane out of mind but I ain't mad

Writer(s): IBRAHIM KABBA
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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