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ka$hdami - wake up feat. ssgkobe (official music video) [Created by @NoSoap ]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
Vocals
SSGKobe
SSGKobe
Vocals
young emphasis
young emphasis
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Wallace
David Wallace
Composer
Michael Joseph Alberro
Michael Joseph Alberro
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
young emphasis
young emphasis
Producer

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Emphasis on the beat Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin' At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin' O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?" Ri-ridin' around in a foreign These girls got no personality, they be borin' Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin' If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin' Nigga, who at the door? O-oh, it's your whore, now she sayin', "Dami, mi amor" Sh-she wanna come back mañana, I said, "Hold the door" And I been had that bag since I crawled on the floor In and out of Jags when I be on tour I'm a German Shepard, you a Labrador Smokin' on this gas, feel it in my core I'ma stay out the way and then run up my chips Man, these niggas be lame, every week a new diss When I walk out in public, your bitch want a flick And you know I'm up a nigga, KA$H don't miss Said he gon' slide on me, but he ain't slide shit I got real street shooters and they alias as shit How you saying you a goon, but you ain't got a stick? I'ma up it when I see it, I'ma make that shit quick O-oh, your mans died, I could've called that Your thot on my line, I'm finna call back Kick in his crib, no mask, fit all black Said he gon' shoot, nigga, where's your ball at? Nigga, you cappin', 2Pac, nigga, you actin' I can't fuck with no shawty who be problematic Please don't try to cross me, I love hittin' traffic I greened out last night, don't remember what happened Ran up the bands, lil' nigga, then I gotta go Bitch wanna come give me head, then I gotta go Sippin' on red, sippin' lean, sippin' Elmo She wanna be cuffed up, I'm like, "Hell no" Pay for my clothes, say no Movin' the pack on the low Walk in this bitch with Draco Opps in the party, lay low (yeah) She wanna fuck on the squad I know shawty is a thot, yeah I'll take her up to the stars Yeah, off this lean, I'm booted up Choppa in my hand, don't fool with us When I'm up, niggas wanna be cool with us I spend the bag tonight, but tomorrow I- Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin' At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin' O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?" Ri-ridin' around in a foreign These girls got no personality, they be borin' Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin' If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin'
Writer(s): David Wallace, Michael Joseph Alberro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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