Jayson - WLC Lyrics

Oh, f*ck hold on now, bitch
I had to get on this
(What)
Bitch, you know it
It's the motherf*cking Chucky
The Gyaruo Chucky
The realest of the realest (playtime is f*cking over)
I don't know what y'all talking about
Word to Nicki, Hoe
Always, catch that
I beat the odds like Diddy did Cassie
Real black bitch got her shakin' her ass cheeks
Pretty white girl, I just call her Ashley
Am I drunk at the party, you don't gotta ask me
The way that I walk, giving tipsy, I'm sexy
Need a bad bitch, let me know, cause they text me
Wondering who the f*ck raised you, Cause niggas and bitches be messy
Solo dolo and I'm still that nigga
Pop out at the function, yo bitch taking pictures
Spilling shit on these hoes, like I'm a pitcher
They crop you out, then we take fire pictures
These niggas outchea, think they nice, nice
They say I'm Y2K, but it's f*ck Ice Spice
Lightskin, pretty, I ain't talking Ice Spice
I ain't gotta yell for them to catch it
(lice, lice)
Yes, I am Chucky where my Tiffany at?
Talk crazy, that'll get you quickly bat
And I really can do any flow
From Nicki to Wayne, Kanye, D-Low
I'm the one, no QB
Want some motion, nigga, buy a QP
I had to hop on this cute beat
Truffles and snowballs wrapped in looseleaf
No Nickelodeon, but we breadwinners
I'm the one, like the North World Trade Center
I'm finna blow up, that was a fire follow-up
Bitch, we go up like Onika and Fovio
I see everything like the Pentagon
Said you want smoke, nigga, pick a gun
We don't f*ck with Al-Qaeda, but okay tho
Itty bitty piggies and they all from lakeshore
This shit magical, Harry Houdin
Shout out to the Nola niggas eating that boudin
Jambalaya, king cake, gumbo
If a nigga wanna shoot, I call my uncle
Niggas never wanna slide, is the gun broke?
Peoples put the glock to your stomach, that's a gun poke
Outchea frontin like you got it, but you bum broke
Nigga ain't shit funny, that's a dumb joke