"Gwalla" lyrics

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

I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big dick 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 fuckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pussy way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

Uh, pussy speak guapanese (Ching-ching)
I'mma put a dog ass nigga on his knees
Nigga, what you thought?
Yeah, this pussy ain't free (Nah)
Bitch 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 destination, you the last route
Bitch I look good, don't be askin' what I'm wearin' out
I ain't your bitch don't be askin' bout my whereabouts
Broke niggas always in your motherfuckin' business
Rich niggas only, bitch get wit it (Yeah)
Diamonds all on me lookin', lookin' like a princess
That nigga wanna fuck, but this pussy too expensive
That pussy ain't cheap, bitch I just shaved
Yeah, that pussy stay neat
Take the dick whole, yeah, that pussy like to eat
Need some TLC or that pussy gonna creep
I'mma rich ass bitch what I need

I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big dick 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 fuckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pussy way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

Gwalla, gwalla, gwalla, gwalla
Proud of the pussy but I want more than Prada
Scared to spend that check, I ain't fuckin' 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 nigga, but the nigga ain't worthy
Boutta change the game, but I'mma chill it's still early
Bitch 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 shit tonight
Pussy 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 bitch rewrite (Ah)

I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla
I want a big dick 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 fuckin' wit' him (Nah)
This pussy way too good, he in love wit' it
I want a big dick baller with a whole lot of gwalla
Whole lot of gwalla, whole-whole lot of gwalla

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)