Mana - Extended Mix
Rumpa Shiva, say what you wanna
Say what you wanna, rah-tah-tah-tah
Rumpa Shiva, say what you wanna say
Puta Rica, Lisa Chica
Who's your mama? Pah-pah-pah-pah
Kuti Libre, say what you wanna say, eh
Okay, okay, bitch, I'm thriving
Wining, dining
Visa sliding
Swerving on your homies
Okay, okay, Aphrodite
Ain't no wifey
Way too icy
Damn, that pussy holy
Rolling through your town with our middle fingers up
We gone ride, ride, ride, tell your bro I say "Wassup" (Wassup)
All my bitches down, but you never gonna cuff
Ain't no side, side, side, she a fucking number one (whoa)
Aja Raja, work that mana
Pussy, agua, rah-tah-tah-tah
Aja Raja, treat that thing supreme (Supreme)
Prada, Prada, burqa nada
Eres guapa, Pah-pah-pah-pah
Blanca Kali, Hola chola queen
Okay, okay, yes, I'm that bitch
Drag you savage
Hold my jacket
Shit's about to go off
Okay, okay, I'm the mastiff
Wear the pants, yes
You know the fact is
I'm coming with the cock block
Rolling through your town with our middle fingers up
We gone ride, ride, ride, tell your bro I say "Wassup" (Wassup)
All my bitches down, but you never gonna cuff
Ain't no side, side, side, she a fucking number one (whoa)
Okay, okay, bitch, I'm-
Rah-tah-tah-tah
Say what you wanna, rah-tah-tah-tah
Rumpa Shiva, say what you wanna say
Puta Rica, Lisa Chica
Who's your mama? Pah-pah-pah-pah
Kuti Libre, say what you wanna say, eh
Okay, okay, bitch, I'm thriving
Wining, dining
Visa sliding
Swerving on your homies
Okay, okay, Aphrodite
Ain't no wifey
Way too icy
Damn, that pussy holy
Rolling through your town with our middle fingers up
We gone ride, ride, ride, tell your bro I say "Wassup" (Wassup)
All my bitches down, but you never gonna cuff
Ain't no side, side, side, she a fucking number one (whoa)
Aja Raja, work that mana
Pussy, agua, rah-tah-tah-tah
Aja Raja, treat that thing supreme (Supreme)
Prada, Prada, burqa nada
Eres guapa, Pah-pah-pah-pah
Blanca Kali, Hola chola queen
Okay, okay, yes, I'm that bitch
Drag you savage
Hold my jacket
Shit's about to go off
Okay, okay, I'm the mastiff
Wear the pants, yes
You know the fact is
I'm coming with the cock block
Rolling through your town with our middle fingers up
We gone ride, ride, ride, tell your bro I say "Wassup" (Wassup)
All my bitches down, but you never gonna cuff
Ain't no side, side, side, she a fucking number one (whoa)
Okay, okay, bitch, I'm-
Rah-tah-tah-tah
Credits
Writer(s): Yasmine Yousaf, Jahan Yousaf, Cody Tarpley, Nick Holiday
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