Guala

MoSoExclusive

0 fans

MoSoExclusive


1:57

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Ay, okay, okay, ay, okay, okay, ay, okay, okay, ay, ooh, damn
Okay, okay, ay, okay, okay, ay, damn
Said, why you can't answer your phone?
Maybe cause I'm on the road, bitch

She tryna f*ck with a young nigga now
So let me bring up the old shit
Look at my mama, she sayin' she proud
I'm goin' crazy, I'm so lit

Always a nigga that's gon' put you down
I know I'm hard as a cold nip

I make that green like I'm shootin' with Curry on 2K
And I got on the beat so she got on her knees
And she sayin' she gon' be my new bae
When I put in that D, it be makin' her scream
And she sayin' she want that shit today
She be eatin' up the dick like a fruitcake
I be makin' her drip like it's Kool-Aid, damn

I be stackin' this paper like money, like Guala
If I see your bitch, then you bet I'ma holla
Shorty be givin' me brain like a scholar
I'm clappin' that shit and it sing like a opera
Callin' me daddy, she ain't my daughter
Couldn't afford all the shoes, so I bought em'
Dude said he wanted the drip so i taught em'
F*ck on a bitch and she fallin' like Autumn

Make that money, lay on me, I got your bitch
She stay on me, takin' shots like she OD
She in the function, she so t'd
She wan f*ck and eat on me
I take a tape like POV
I won't never stop this motion
If I do, it's make-believe

Cause I gotta get it and go
Gotta heat up and stay on the roll
Oh, I'm sorry, can't answer my phone
Cause I'm up in that booth, so just leave me alone
In the back and she givin' me dome
Independent, I stay on my own
I be doin' my shit cause I'm grown and she f*ck with the kid so I'm takin' her home

And I won't take her home if she basic
I know she want exclusive, but face it
On the road and I'm takin' her places, but after I'm done because shorty a day-chick,
All this cash on the floor better take it, if I'm seein' a chance, gotta take it
All these girls in my DMs, I hate it
Cause you wasn't there when the nigga ain't make it

I be stackin' this paper like money, like guala
If I see yo bitch then you bet i'ma holla
Shorty be givin' me brain like a scholar
I'm clappin' that shit and it sing like a opera
Callin' me daddy, she ain't my daughter
Couldn't afford all the shoes, so I bought em
Dude said he wanted the drip, so I taught him
F*ck on a bitch and she fallin' like autumn

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Written by: Moses Williams

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the Guala Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Guala Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 26 Sep. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/11593278/MoSoExclusive/Guala>.

    Missing lyrics by MoSoExclusive?

    Know any other songs by MoSoExclusive? Don't keep it to yourself!

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    There once was a ship that put to sea; The name of the ship was the ___________.
    A Silly O'Sea
    B Willy O'Sea
    C Holly O'Pea
    D Billy O' Tea

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

    MoSoExclusive tracks

    On Radio Right Now

    Loading...

    Powered by OnRad.io