C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz)

C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz) - Wa-La!!! lyrics

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(feat. Will-Lean)

Wa-la [x4]


(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


Ready, willing and able

Fifty G's on the pool table, springs like a turntable

Steady spending, I'm steady grinning

I'm like the double O rocks, I keep winning

I'm 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, that's how we play it where I'm from

Niggaz bust a head with the lead, where I'm from

Uh, you end up dead where I'm from

Nigga better play it, how he said where I'm from

Now run and tell buddy, I'll 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


(wa-la), when we kicking in the do'

(wa-la), everybody on the flo'

(wa-la), cause we coming with this roughness

Nigga you can't 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


Forever Botany, we back in the zone

Coming for the stacks you own, buried in back of your home

It's a jack and I'm gone, don't 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

It's 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 that's how it go

Wa-la, my ice stay forty below

That G-5 wagon on stage, that's part of my show

Air Force Ones and throwback jerseys, it's all part of my 'drobe

And every rapper you think platinum, they partially gold

Uh-huh it's the Chemist, I'm a lyrical threat

Taking shots like Clyde Drex, I'm a lyrical tech what



Wa-la, when I'm 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 ain't smoked for months

Wa-la, we ain't playing with them boys

We spraying at them cars, when we run into them boys

Wa-la, it's C and Will-Lean

Sipping coedine, nigga we a thoed team


Wa-la, look at my rims they still spinning

Like the wheel of fortune, playboy I'm still winning

Wa-la, you see my cash flow

Convertible black Rolls, spinning on 84's

Wa-la, nigga keep your mouth shut

Snitches get chopped up, that's 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


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