paroles de chanson Wassup - Montana99

Oh my god
Jay Montana
Jay Montana
Oh my, Jay Montana

Rockin' desginer, I'm rockin' the Louis
Talkin' on gang, bitch you meeting the toolie
She call me a dog, but lil bitch I ain't Scoobie
I'm smokin' on gas and that shit got me groovy
I be wit' demons, they keep em a strap
Glocky wit' me, lil bitch I never lack
I'm blowin' up, now that bitch wanting me back
That boy talkin' crazy, like n***a wassup
I feel like Giannis, just care 'bout my bucks
Demons they hidin, they lurk inna' cut
He say that I'm trash, but I don't give a fuck
I just got a white plug and that n***a name Gus
He don't got a car, so we shoot up the bus
After, we dip, we pull off inna' truck
My driver, he movin', we all in a rush
If the jakes pull us over, then n***a we hush
Stop all that talkin', you n****s is cap
I'm wit the gang inna' back of back
And we smokin' on gas inna' back of the back
And we countin' up cash inna' back of the back
Smokin' too much, I might fuck up my lungs
Thirty wit' me, that bitch came wit' a drum
You was playin' wit' sticks, I was playin' wit' guns
We was out hittin' licks, but not really for fun