El Massa

Woo, aye, haha, yuh
Where the fuck is my sombrero?
Perra loca, perra loca
It's lil Massa hoe

I got the bag
Everybody screamin' out "KASHWAY OR NO WAY"
Imma rich kid, I got money
You a lame, I can hear you say, uh, my name
Alma de la fiesta, I'm the life of the party
Sauced, I be sippin' on Bacardi
Grade 9 ain't nobody like me
Shortys thought I was ugly
These niggas laughed, told bitch come and fight me
Daily trips to the office, stayed there all day
Secretary thick, baby come my way
I tell her, I'm tryna fuck, if I may
I told bitch, I gotta 12 inch, yuh, Subway
Bitch snaked, I got expelled on Friday
Had to hop from school to school, hop like a bunny
New school, shoutout Steli, introduced me to the family
Shoutout 1K

Drop my first track, now all the shortys wearing less clothes around me like it's sunny, hot hot
Grade 10, had my city goin' crazy for my track, glowed up, now all the bitches want me
I want a Hispanic, thick thighs, big booty, freaky girl, beat that pussy up like it's pollies
Want her only if she a perra loca, she a perra loca

She a freak, uh, wanna make a movie, what, 6 season show, iCarly
I'm a cold nigga, uh, it's chilly, like Gonzales she say Take Me To Broadway
What's gwanin' witchu, you know I miss you, fawad to my ends, girl you goin' the wrong way
Yo nigga cappin' he ain't got no money, he made it up, but I'm rich I rake it up, Yo Gotti

Tape it up, around him nigga dead he wanted pollies, shooters pulled up wit a shotty and caught a body
The nigga said he knew karate, you could be 6'8, 300 pounds, crazy off the molly
But you no match for my glocky, slap shot to the nigga's dome call it hockey, ferda
Some of y'all built like sticks, you lookin' like a Pocky, knock a nigga out call me Rocky Balboa, rocky rocky
Tag team a bitch wit my croski
Need a battery, charge up my energy
Huh? For the bitch in the battry
Fuck shorty in style, Versace
All my niggas on stage with me, Mariachi
Gimme wozzles or you're movin' wassie
I'm super saucy like Kawhi handin' L's to the bucktees of Milwaukee

Got rich, issa hot day, from the way it look, no shorty wearin' clothes in my presence
Used to ask for cash on my birthday, never got it had to grind for the way I'm livin'
Freaky bad bitch on my bed, she gon' give me booty as a birthday present
Want her only if she a perra loca, she a perra loca

Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad
Woah, wait she mad

She wanna fuck, perra loca
She eat it up, perra loca
She numb it up, perra loca
She back it up, perra loca
She wanna fuck, perra loca
She eat it up, perra loca
She numb it up, perra loca
She back it up, perra loca



Credits
Writer(s): Arman Mansour
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