Paroles de la chanson WASSUP WIT IT par Lola Brooke
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Paroles de la chanson WASSUP WIT IT par Lola Brooke
Don't you got somethin' better else to do?
Tahahaha, what's up with it?
Grr, uh, uh, uh, uh
Gotta be out of they mind for thinkin' I don't get a check
Put my life on the line for these bitches, now all of a sudden, they dead
They sayin' that Lola ain't next
They gotta be smokin' on meds
Gotta be snortin' the coke or some strong shit to say I ain't the best
You need to pick me up
Whether the Don Juli goin' cooly or lick me up
Bitches gon' watch when the city up
Small and petite, but they pick me up
Tahahaha, what's up with it?
Grr, uh, uh, uh, uh
Gotta be out of they mind for thinkin' I don't get a check
Put my life on the line for these bitches, now all of a sudden, they dead
They sayin' that Lola ain't next
They gotta be smokin' on meds
Gotta be snortin' the coke or some strong shit to say I ain't the best
You need to pick me up
Whether the Don Juli goin' cooly or lick me up
Bitches gon' watch when the city up
Small and petite, but they pick me up
Shit get sticky like velcro
Ale water color, that bitch is a spread
Won't say a word to the feds
You don't get it faster, you don't get fed
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
How the fuck is you worryin' 'bout me when the car that you pushin' is always on E?
How the fuck is you worryin' 'bout me when it's plenty of money that's roamin' the streets?
Not the type to be beggin' these niggas for burgers or handouts
I'm the type to tell niggas to get out and go to your man's house
Bitches is fanned out, never the type to be ranned out
Ale water color, that bitch is a spread
Won't say a word to the feds
You don't get it faster, you don't get fed
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
How the fuck is you worryin' 'bout me when the car that you pushin' is always on E?
How the fuck is you worryin' 'bout me when it's plenty of money that's roamin' the streets?
Not the type to be beggin' these niggas for burgers or handouts
I'm the type to tell niggas to get out and go to your man's house
Bitches is fanned out, never the type to be ranned out
Queen of the trenches, I'm really the nigga, so safe to say Lola the man now
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
Too much hate in they heart, ain't got love in it
What's up with it?
Keep it a hundred, ain't no flaws in it
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
Too much hate in they heart, ain't got love in it
What's up with it?
Keep it a hundred, ain't no flaws in it
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
What's up with it?
You ain't got nothin' better else to do than talk about me?
Wish I waste my time on your bitches, that shit OD
Get checks wired when I sleep
Been on they mind all damn week
Hoes can't afford to get no sleep
Gotta worried 'bout bruises on they knees
The hundred K, I don't blew it
To fuck with me, you stupid
No condos, I can't do it
Go back broke, why would I do it?
If you love your life, don't lose it
Hitters gon' turn your guts into mucus
What's up with it?
You ain't got nothin' better else to do than talk about me?
Wish I waste my time on your bitches, that shit OD
Get checks wired when I sleep
Been on they mind all damn week
Hoes can't afford to get no sleep
Gotta worried 'bout bruises on they knees
The hundred K, I don't blew it
To fuck with me, you stupid
No condos, I can't do it
Go back broke, why would I do it?
If you love your life, don't lose it
Hitters gon' turn your guts into mucus
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
Too much hate in they heart, ain't got love in it
What's up with it?
Keep it a hundred, ain't no flaws in it
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
What's up with it?
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
Too much hate in they heart, ain't got love in it
What's up with it?
Keep it a hundred, ain't no flaws in it
What's up with it?
Been gettin' so much money, your bitch fell in love with it
The captions always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it?
What's up with it?
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