Angelo King
Angelo King & Nitty Kutchi - Waistline lyrics
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all you have to do is whine, ketch welcome on my bus i will push the pedal you can trap the clutch my money getting high you can call that nitty kutch stevy wonder money baby all i do is touch now buss a blank for a real nigga white boy money call that tommy hillfiger i'd be a killer if fucking girls could kill niggers now bend over back it up for a real nigger she a dancehall queen when she wine rude boy cocky is the only thing she climb she said i beg your pardon i told her never mind if that pussy had eyes i would mash it till she blind murdaa so you can gwaan with that fakeness i eat cake and that dope be the waitress mash it up & leave that pussy in the matrix i swear to god nitty kutchi is my witness whine up your waist line dont come here fie waist time whine my girl whine up your waist line to the drum & the baseline whine my girl whine up baby you fie whine up pon the rude boy cocky you fie whine up whine up baby you fie whine up pon the gangsta dem cocky you fie climb up whine up baby you fie whine up pon the rudeboy cocky you fie whine up whine up baby you fie whine up vip it full dem gyal a line up