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C-Note - "Wa-La!!!"
Lyrics to Wa-La!!! : (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 Gs on the pool table, springs like a turntable Steady spending, Im steady grinning Im like the double O rocks, I keep winning Im 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, thats how we play it where Im from Niggaz bust a head with the lead, where Im from Uh, you end up dead where Im from Nigga better play it, how he said where Im from Now run and tell buddy, Ill 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 cant 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 Its a jack and Im gone, dont 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 Its 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 thats how it go Wa-la, my ice stay forty below That G-5 wagon on stage, thats part of my show Air Force Ones and throwback jerseys, its all part of my drobe And every rapper you think platinum, they partially gold Uh-huh its the Chemist, Im a lyrical threat Taking shots like Clyde Drex, Im a lyrical tech what [Hook] [C-Note:] Wa-la, when Im 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 aint smoked for months Wa-la, we aint playing with them boys We spraying at them cars, when we run into them boys Wa-la, its 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 Im still winning Wa-la, you see my cash flow Convertible black Rolls, spinning on 84s Wa-la, nigga keep your mouth shut Snitches get chopped up, thats 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] [ Wa-La!!! Lyrics ]
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