Wala Cam - Chance The Rapper, Supa Bwe, Forever Band

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Big ol' booty gotta jump, gotta juke me

Gotta plan, got a duty

Gotta dance, gotta boogie

I’m a fan, gotta stan

Gotta cam, it’s a movie

Make my 'Gram look like Cannes, like in France

Mamma, mamma, mamma mia

Tell me what your momma feeds ya

You getting that cornbread and choreo

Let me throw you on the story though

Trying to beat it like story mode

You belong at the war zone on

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Nigga, you can’t dance

My feet like my hands (eeh)

Your feet like quicksand (yeah)

Something I can’t stand (yeah)

Something I just hate (eeh)

I’m not on no date (yeah)

Car don’t got no roof (yeah)

Works, don’t got no brake (eeh)

Girl don’t got no waist (yeah)

Watch don’t got no face (eeh)

Jet don’t got no plates

God don’t got no cape (uh)

Shoes don’t got no J’s

Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste (eeh, eeh)

Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase (yeah)

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Watching DBZ

Shorty stuck to me

Like she lowkey USB

I just want some head, want some lowkey guillotine

Police watching me like I’m lowkey new TV

Like I’m serving twenty p’s

Like I lowkey used to be

Over the seas with my girl cause she over achieve

And don’t put nobody over her king

Love my life

Shorty ride my face like bike

I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike

Might split bro shit

On life, I might spent all you made

All year, all night

I might fuck some bands up

Or fuck your mans up

I might fuck some bands up

Or switch the plan up

Leave the country like right now

Shit, I might cop flight

I might take off tonight

I might, on life, I might

Tonight I might

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You need a name tag

She got the same ass

Same drawers, same car

Same bag, damn fraud

Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up

Pop-pop-pop that cork

Pop it like July 4th

Shorty’s don’t move like yours

She got it from a store

You got it from the Stork

They don’t do this up North

They always been indoors

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