GudGud - WAKANDA

Bitch I'm a prince of Wakanda
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah
Fuck
Girl yo ass in them jeans, shit had me stuck
Back it up, truck
Butt lookin good if I say so, I can see it from the front
Lookin like Doja Cat, real thick
You should lemme get a dose a that, a lil hit
Said I'm tryna get close to that, real quick
Hug her from the back like it don't get closer than this
With a hand on her hip and her tit
She say I'm the man, gimme kiss
Whisper to me she wan' leave when she lick this, fuck that
Meet me in the back
Get the splat
Leave her rictus
Ghost, I ain't even leave a dickprint
Sickness, better get down with this
'Cause I really started a feelin like a clown with this
A counterfeit
Actin all fake for the date
When I'm bein real gettin more cake than a baker
Oh that's yo girl lemme take her
Just pass her to me like a Laker
And I'll get her wet like a lake-uh
Navigate that like a sailor
She call me Vlad I Impaler
I'm not the first
Cold when she slurp me like Slurpee the girl got the thirst
That head leave me dead in a hearse
Fuck it bro, look, that's the end of the verse
Bitch I'm a prince of Wakanda
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I'll tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah
Said I'm a prince of Wakanda
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I'll tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah
Fuck
Prince of Wakanda
Why she wan call me T'challa?
King with the bling on my colla
Ring and I'll holla
You got a problem I'm solva
Gudi been ballin', huh
Keepin' it tighter than solvent
Always evolvin
Somethin like Darwin from X-men, you and yo wheel just revolvin
I'm in my garden
I'm smellin' flowers
I'm workin' hard
Been at it for hours, I don't got powers
But me and my crew so damn super my dude that I can't be a downer
KURA the plume why you sour
Sonic like Zoom when we move while you chasin' yo Tails that's that Miles Per Hour
You get devoured
Call me the prowler
Call me the panther
Call this a anthem
Bout what
Bout how I'm so handsome
Least 'til I start with the dancin
Then I'm just goofy
Fuck it tho bro make a movie
Fuck it tho girl make a comedy
Bout all the things that I wanna be
Used to be prodigy
Borderline tragedy
Need different strategy
Look to the stars no astrology
Skipping the wishin' my mission to break through the stratos b
My mission to break through the stratosphere
To find different planets
Need me the Benjis and Jacksons no Janet
When I think of you blasting
The soundtrack in my rocket
I take off you can't stop it
Callin' it, prophet
Finding my way again, lost it
Confident song, I almost forgot
I'm a prince of Wakanda,
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I'll tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah
Said I'm a prince of Wakanda,
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I'll tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah
Bitch I'm a prince of Wakanda
I'll put some sauce on ya mama
Put her on Cam like it's Wala
Ooh, shit
Now we've got problems
Fuck it I ain't with the drama
I tell her pause like a comma
Get me some commas
Fly her out to the Bahamas, nah
Massage in the sauna
Now she more calmer
Ain't even get her a Prada, nah

Written by:
Alexander Goodhand

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