C-Note
C-Note - Wa-La!!! songtekst
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(feat. Will-Lean) Wa-la [x4] [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]