wagwan Lyrics

wagwan Lyrics

Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
Some money way more green than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad b**ch, she a foreign
I'm up top nigga in New York
And my big bro just came from court
I got a stack full of all ones
I'm with some pretty hoes having fun
I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm the run
That why I hate to face it, ain't a front
That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these b**ches they ain't nothing

I'm getting paid, no I can't be sad
f**king this b**ch and I'm breaking her back
Came through with a whole lot of cash
Came through with a whole lot of weed
Smoke on
And my diamonds stay getting freeze
They way too cold, they on snow cone
No I'm not Quavo but baby I count up by the hunchos

And I'm way too lit
If I pop out with this b**ch, can't go through the front door
And she way to wet
When I hop up in this b**ch, I need a poncho
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna f**k with that lil b**ch if she ain't serious
Celine, Chanel
When you ask for the fashion demon, it ring a bell
No, I'm not playing fair
I spent so much on this ring, I'm kind of embarrassed
I don't even like to do too much
My b**ch, she do too much but I don't care
I'm sipping on codeine
Counting up money while this b**ch do my hair

Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad b**ch, she a foreign
I'm up top nigga in New York
And my big bro just came from court
I got a stack full of all ones
I'm with some pretty hoes having fun
I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm the run
That's why I hate to face it, ain't a front
That's why I hate these niggas, they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these b**ches, they ain't nothing

Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad b**ch, she a foreign
I'm up top nigga in New York
And my big bro just came from court
I got a stack full of all ones
I'm with some pretty hoes having fun
I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm the run
That's why I hate to face it, ain't a front
That's why I hate these niggas, they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these b**ches, they ain't nothing