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Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam lyrics




[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Big ol’ booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
Gotta plan, gotta 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
My momma, my mamma mia
Tell me what your momma feeds you
You getting that cornbread and choreo
Let me throw you on the story though
Trying to be like story mode
You belong on the war zone on
Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Nigga you can’t dance
My feet like my hands
Your feet like quicksand
Something I can’t stand
Something I just hate
I’m not on no date
Car don’t got no roof
Works, don’t got no brake
Girl don’t got no waist
Watch don’t got no face
Jet don’t got no plates
God don’t got no cape
Shoes don’t got no J’s
Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste
Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 3: Supa Bwe]
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 achieving
Don’t put nobody over her king
Love my life
Shorty ride my face like bike
I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
My spliff broke, sh*t! oh life
I might spent on you
All year, all night
I might some f*ck some ads up
Or f*ck your mans up
I might f*ck some bands up
Switch the plan up
Leave the country like right now
Shit, I might go flight
I might take off tonight
I might, I might, I might
Tonight I might

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
You need 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 don’t move like yours
She get it from a store
You get it from the Stork
They don’t do this up North
They always end it [?]

[Chorus]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala




A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation Lyrics




[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
In the box with the capital G, balling the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles’ll bleed, ’cause I believe
The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed
If rationale is naturale, then we’ll weave
It’s all edges and peaks
Settin’ picks, we on a permanent steez
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chemtrails droppin’ poisonous vapors
Had to shake her like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I’ll DVR for later
Cop a [?] with a [?]
You can’t define us, XYZ-Z, it’s the generation
Elitists have you cheatin’, virtual think pieces
See, these written words provided by science, brains defying
Thoughts heavy, baby, they’re a major appliance
Leave a [?] flyest [?] through a giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, cool with some brothers
Never know tattletales, only ya’ll don’t know us
Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, [?]
Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise
Dude’s rude and it’s useless as coin, shoot ’em boys
Versed and rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soul
It’s the highest in commodity grade and you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
One hit and readin’ pages of Poe
Telly is low, Cuddlebunny ready to go
Day of the dead, bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab
Yo, where Jarobi at?
I’m vibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
[?] been waiting for a Jets title since last
Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that ass
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga
Sorry, that’s a sin I’m forgiving
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait
Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set
Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day
Now they knowledge’in and tryin’ ta swept up in a phase
It’s the highest of commodity grade and you could get it-get it-get it-get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Outro]
This is our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah