Wala Cam Lyrics - Chance The Rapper

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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 

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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 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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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, shit! oh life 

I might spent on you 

All year, all night 

I might some fuck some ads up 

Or fuck your mans up 

I might fuck 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 

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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 at nought 

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