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- C-Note f/ Will-Lean - Wa-La Lyrics
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- Wa-la - 4x
- [Hook]
- (wa-la), when them diamonds in your face
- (wa-la), when we open up your safe
- (wa-la), two Rolexes
- Keys to the Lexus, 3rd Coast Texas
- [C-Note]
- Ready, willing and able
- Fifty G's on the pool table, springs like a turntable
- Steady spending, I'm steady grinning
- I'm like the double O rocks, I keep winning
- I'm outrageous, sick flow contagious
- We independent, but we ball like the majors
- Punk niggaz, tried to snatch my chain
- So a nigga, had to snatch his brain
- Broke through his hood clap his mayn, that's how we play it where I'm from
- Niggaz bust a head with the lead, where I'm from
- Uh, you end up dead where I'm from
- Nigga better play it, how he said where I'm from
- Now run and tell buddy, I'll leave your block muddy
- Get to busting with this glock, and leave your spot bloody
- Paparazzi, wanna take my picture
- Close your eyes cause I come to get with ya, nigga coming to get ya
- [Hook]
- (wa-la), when we kicking in the do'
- (wa-la), everybody on the flo'
- (wa-la), cause we coming with this roughness
- Nigga you can't touch this, nigga this is thug shit
- (wa-la), when them diamonds in your face
- (wa-la), when we open up your safe
- (wa-la), two Rolexes
- Keys to the Lexus, 3rd Coast Texas
- [Will-Lean]
- Forever Botany, we back in the zone
- Coming for the stacks you own, buried in back of your home
- It's a jack and I'm gone, don't act and get chrome
- Blocka-blocka, fifty caliber cracking your dome
- I grabbed the cash and got gone, then jumped in the Jag on the phone
- On 6-10 passing the Dome, mashing on chrome
- It's on, say C-Note you should of seen this hoes
- Left em bleeding on the flo', kicking and screaming bro
- But first I got his hoe, then I got his do'
- Manipulating bitches, for riches that's how it go
- Wa-la, my ice stay forty below
- That G-5 wagon on stage, that's part of my show
- Air Force Ones and throwback jerseys, it's all part of my 'drobe
- And every rapper you think platinum, they partially gold
- Uh-huh it's the Chemist, I'm a lyrical threat
- Taking shots like Clyde Drex, I'm a lyrical tech what
- [Hook]
- [C-Note]
- Wa-la, when I'm rolling the dice
- Pull out the gambling Shaq, holding stacks and ice
- Wa-la, when I fire up a blunt
- Just like I came home, and I ain't smoked for months
- Wa-la, we ain't playing with them boys
- We spraying at them cars, when we run into them boys
- Wa-la, it's C and Will-Lean
- Sipping coedine, nigga we a thoed team
- [Will-Lean]
- Wa-la, look at my rims they still spinning
- Like the wheel of fortune, playboy I'm still winning
- Wa-la, you see my cash flow
- Convertible black Rolls, spinning on 84's
- Wa-la, nigga keep your mouth shut
- Snitches get chopped up, that's how we was brought up
- Wa-la, we gon puff and take the wall out
- Take your hoe swoll her out, and you all hauled out
- [Hook]
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