Welcome 2 Wazza Lyrics

Welcome to Wazza

If you want the job done we'll do the job proper

Only God can judge me

Say no words to your honour

Fight like Conor

Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her

Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now

She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out

But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)

And I ain't got gangdem ties

And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys

And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat

Then I swear to god you're speaking lies

Fuck making cash legit (Why?)

Cause I'd rather make my own mates rich

Fuck covid only wealth we transmit

Chased a yute out of town tough way to find out your unfit

Recommit to a bitch I'll admit it ain't it

Won't admit I got lit and messaged girls that want dick

Won't quick writing bars I'm too cheeky with it

Take her back and get freaky with it

I know you don't know much 'bout the North West

But you can probably guess

We live in distress

And it's known for shooting like George Best

I was refuting they want me assessed

What you trying to suggest?

Got problems under the carpet that never got addressed

Unwelcome guest

Lives get ruined by the choices you choose ahh

And you man get ruined to all of my tunes

I'm the packs man like Jeremy

Rap game your in nursery

Addicted to words

Addicted to dictionary

Oxford University

It's a challenge trying to blow if your circle ain't tight

I'll only ever sign when the price is right

Deal or no deal I'll get respect for what I've done

He was acting an idiot abroad so had to sky one (Fuckin' hell)

Welcome to Wazza

If you want the job done we'll do the job proper

Only God can judge me

Say no words to your honour

Fight like Conor

Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her

Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now

She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out

But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)

And I ain't got gangdem ties

And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys

And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat

Then I swear to god you're speaking lies

Living in the shadow of Creamfields the dream's real

J U N I O R cold like J Cole but this ain't Dreamville

Reubsky, Jimmy and Pez that's the team still (The team still)

Money stack full of colour like the houses in Bermuda

Tryna be covered in gold like a Tudor

J U N I O R, I want all the money Mansa Musa

I'm a poet, just gimme five minutes I can show it

When I make money I just blow it

If you know then you know it (If you know then you know)

So many man choosing drugs over their family

I move my feet rapidly

I'm trying to die a goat like Muhammad Ali or number twenty three

Or even Slim Shady after dropping the Marshall Mathers LP

Need recovery, winning ain't an option it's compulsory

Til the curtain call

So I want a million

Fuck that now I want more

Gonna go out a legend like number twenty four

Double that the amount of hours since I got sleep

Been trying to kill a beat just so I can eat

Then live in a house that's discreet, put up my feet

Then put that house on up for sale

And buy a bigger one before I hit the Arndale full scale

Welcome to Wazza

If you want the job done we'll do the job proper

Only God can judge me

Say no words to your honour

Fight like Conor

Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her

Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now

She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out

But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)

And I ain't got gangdem ties

And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys

And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat

Then I swear to god you're speaking lies (You're speaking lies)