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wassup - tonha lyrics

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verse 1:

i’m in paris in a train, i’m so high, i can’t explain
smokin near the eiffel tower got me feeling like a plane
slowing my brain
me and you, we ain’t the same
boy you got to understand, i’m so hot that your girl tan

call me jojo
welcome to my f*cking dojo
i bet i beat you and your homies
it ain’t no joke
big punch, no chokes, broken and bleeding nose
i used to see your n*ggas with some powder on their nose

boy you bet knowing that you gonna loose
it’s all your fault
i don’t care cause my ego cannot loose
i won it all
you’re insane, boy look at your shoes, you think that you ball
just compare my sauce to yours then you n*ggas feeling small
mothaf*cka i k!ll it all, don’t need no strap to make you fall

who the f*ck you think you are?
even tall i’ll make you fall, just a call and you’ll be running all your life or praise the lord
if you want more say “encore”, i f*cked you b*tch so i’ve just scored

i know it’s hard to understand, i got money, i got plans
i have to study for those plans
thinking bands making bands got a n*gga saying d*mn i got to make this money now

calm down
i’m going up, you f*ck around?

hook:

wassup yo?
wassup?
you’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
wassup bro? wassup?
fake n*ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?

verse 2:

i had a n*gga talking to my pop when i wasn’t home but that n*gga snitched on another n*gga from my zone
knowing that he’s disabled, he’s been playing with my mental, he was coming to my house without even my permission

however, that n*gga really thought that this sh*t would last forever, my n*gga i’m growing up my time is short i need some paper

you p*ssy weirdo ass n*gga tryna rob my time? i’ve been patient with you, even knowing that you couldn’t write

alright?
alright

boy that sh*t is tight, it’s eye to eye n*gga
i wonder why you acting like an instigator n*gga
now you walking down the street with a knife in your pocket
if you’re walking with a knife you’re a p*ssy, period

f*ck it

i had a dream about rolling in a white huracan, full of bandz in my truck
throw it like a hurricane, until a stripper wanna f*ck

got my cup full of blends, boy r*t*rded, feel no pain no
chillin with my friends yo with some people that you probably don’t know

n*ggas in j*pan call me taichou
high and super hot, that’s a hot show

hook:

wassup yo?
wassup?
you’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
wassup bro? wassup?
fake n*ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?

- tonha lyrics

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