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Wya
691
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wya was released on June 20, 2020 by 2020 as a part of the album Pimp B
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AlbumPimp B
Release DateJune 20, 2020
Label2020
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM151

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stanley Bernard Flanders
Stanley Bernard Flanders
Songwriter

Lyrics

ThislandIs
We don’t do no talkin,’ mm
Charlie Shuffler
We don’t do no talkin,’ mm
In the restroom, aye
Restroom
We don’t
Baby, send me where you at (Fuck it)
Send me where you at (Fuck it), send me where you at
We don’t do no talkin,’ baby, send me where you at
I spent twenty on some clothes, I know that I’m gon’ make it back
Spent too many, switch your bitch, I know that you can’t take her back
Pop a perc, I never itch, then your fuck your bitch, she throw it back
I got racks now, I can’t worry ‘bout no broke ****
Check my stats now, fuck a hater, fuck a old ****
They keep playin’ with my name, I’m just gon’ have to show them ****
Thought I was a lil’ boy, I made her touch her toes, ****, yeah
Fuck that bitch, I can’t lie, swear that I didn’t even try
High school, used to fuck these bitches in the fucking parking lot
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Me, I got two bitches naked
Fuck her if her daddy racist
I don’t want that bitch, she basic
Shawty pulled up with it, so I bought the whole thing (Aye)
Black girl on the molly, white girl on the cocaine (Okay)
Really wanna see him dead, applying pressure, more pain
She don’t wanna fuck you, ****, ‘cause you broke and you a lame
Get on game, ****
We don’t do no talkin,’ baby, send me where you at
I spent twenty on some clothes, I know that I’m gon’ make it back
Spent too many, switch your bitch, I know that you can’t take her back
Pop a perc, I never itch, then your fuck your bitch, she throw it back
I got racks now, I can’t worry ‘bout no broke ****
Check my stats now, fuck a hater, fuck a old ****
They keep playin’ with my name, I’m just gon’ have to show them ****
Thought I was a lil’ boy, I made her touch her toes, ****, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
I can’t even stress
I can’t even stress
I can’t even stress
Hold my breath for what you said, it ain’t no talkin,’ hoe
I took my meds, I’m off my head, it got me talkin’ slow, yeah
Written by: Stanley Bernard Flanders
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