Gwalla lyrics

[Intro]
Hello
Oh my god, stop askin' the same questions
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) I want a big di*k baller
(It's Trax season bruh) With a whole lot of gwalla

[Chorus]
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
Uh, if he broke then you know I ain't f*ckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pus*y way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

[Verse One]
Uh, pus*y speak guapanese (Ching-ching)
Ima put a dog ass n*gga on his knees
n*gga, what you thought?
Yeah, this pus*y ain't free (Nah)
b*tch you ain't the one or the two, you the three (Yeah)
You can send that lil money to my Cash App
You ain't the first dеstination, you the last route
b*tch I look good, don't be askin' what I'm wеarin' out
I ain't your b*tch don't be askin' bout my whereabouts
Broke n*ggas always in your motherf*ckin' business
Rich n*ggas only, b*tch get wit it (Yeah)
Diamonds all on me lookin', lookin' like a princess
That n*gga wanna f*ck, but this pus*y too expensive
That pus*y ain't cheap, b*tch I just shaved
Yeah, that pus*y stay neat
Take the di*k whole, yeah, that pus*y like to eat
Need some TLC or that pus*y gonna creep
I'mma rich ass b*tch what I need
[Chorus]
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
Uh, if he broke then you know I ain't f*ckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pus*y way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

[Verse Two]
Gwalla, gwalla, gwalla, gwalla
Proud of the pus*y but I want more than Prada
Scared to spend that check, I ain't f*ckin' wit' no carter
Swag so cold and I'm sharper than your barber
I'mma call Barbra and I'mma call Shirley
Coulda took your n*gga, but the n*gga ain't worthy
Boutta change the game, but I'mma chill it's still early
b*tch I really rap, I don't need controversy
Boy don't post me on your page, I don't need no clout
And don't post me on your Snap when you know that's cap
Chocolate caramel, he gon' want this frappe
Dark skin, gold teeth and he keep that strap
Yeah, I'm talkin' my sh*t tonight
pus*y been tight, I don't need the hype
They don't see the vision, but my diamonds bright
Send a verse for a feature, make a b*tch rewrite (Ah)
[Chorus]
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
Uh, if he broke then you know I ain't f*ckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pus*y way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big di*k baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

[Outro]
Whole lot of gwalla, whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole lot of gwalla
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)