Wawa

(Grrt)
(Pow)
(Uh huh) (gang)
Big Montega
You already know what the fuck it is
ATG 8ball shit, last to go

(Uh huh) Love the Caribbean girls (Uh huh)
Love off the Habesha girls
(Uh huh) Love the Caribbean girls (Uh huh)
Love off the Habesha girls (Uh huh)
Love the Caribbean girls (Uh huh) (Listen)

(Uh huh)
Listen, yo
When the buckets feel dis ting
Call me seh me have di realest ting (that bling)
I was in road, she sent me attachments
Now I and see this ting (uh huh)
Caribbean girlsss, west Indian girls
Mi love when they wine up their waist
(oh god)
And I love my habesha girls, shape so crazy
(oh Allah)
Buss down 8 like waha
She know I'm makin genzeb
And I need me a girl who could handle the bread
Cause hustlers don't get pension
He's a innocent man
Free big bro out detention (free bro)
I jus made 10 off F said fuck the collections
(no cap)

(Uh huh)
Custy died in the bando
What you know bout ressuraction?
Syndicate ave, medic and boi outside
It's a blessing
Lived in garage at age 16 on my own
So I must see wealth (I need it)
Been doing too much road
I know it's not good for the mental health
(Uh huh)
Just did a show in Sauga
Then I was in Wawa bleachin road
(and what?)
10yrs in the whip, tank On E
OT had to sleep on road
(and what?) (Uh huh)
I could tell you bout bando diaries
Custy died one jook she rose
Lord forgive me please
For all of the things that I did on road (please)
Poor unfortunate souls
Every bird get flown, everything get sold
I'm In love wit road
I Can't say nuff on tracks
But I'll have stories when I get old
I ain't have kids yet
So I can't let my heart turn cold
Lost cuz and big bro
Still tryna keep my heart from froze
How am I knee deep in these streets
While tryna cleanse and heal my soul
I tryna keep vibrations high
They wanna see me upping poles
Don't give a fuck you count me out
I'm the 8 ball I'm last to go
(Im last to go)

When the buckets feel dis ting
Call me seh me have di realest ting
(that bling)
I was in road, she sent me attachments
Now I and see this ting (ouuu ouuuu)
Caribbean girlsss, west Indian girls
Mi love when they wine up their waist
(oh god)
And I love my habesha girls, shape so crazy
(oh Allah)
Buss down 8 like waha
She know I'm makin genzeb
And I need me a girl
Who could handle the bread
Cause hustlers don't get pension (I need it)
He's a innocent man
Free big bro out detention
I jus made 10 off F said fuck the collections

Had buckets waiting to greet me
TB, snuck in the bando neatly, swines
Lookin for me can't see me, Stevie
Montega move discreetly (ouuu)
Put 10k for the rere no cb
They ring of the bb
He handle the rock like Rondo
Arm in the pot like VC
Just did a show in Sauga
Then I was in Wawa bleachin road
(bleachin road)
10yrs in the whip, tank On E
OT had to sleep on road (In the cold)
I could tell you bout bando diaries
Custy died one jook she rose
Lord forgive me please
For all of the things that I did on road
(Uh huh)



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Writer(s): Jamar Martin
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