Waya Waya

She wants the hustler
She calls me a kid
Waya waya, hustler
If I weren't so jealous

You'd tell me no, that I don't know how to love
She calls me a kid
She gets mad if I don't touch her

She takes pictures at the beach
Sunscreen, house in the hood
With the Maya tattoos
I don't know what to do

The crazy vibe, she doesn't cross the line
She knows how to be sweet
I'm about to lose my mind

Haven't seen her in a while
Move your model figure
I'm completely addicted to your desire
I'll massage your hair

No, no, no, don't tell me no
Get me off this poison and give me that high
There's no more pain
No, no, no, don't tell me no
Get me off this poison and give me that high
There's no more pain

Mix the retro with the mesh
Everyone's saying I'm a scoundrel
She says if I don't change, it drives her crazy
And her mom doesn't want to see Palestinians with the clowns, what's wrong?

All night she wants to see if I can handle it or if I give in
When you look into my eyes, my mind can read
It's not that I'm a show-off, it's just that I don't know fear
And I don't know if tomorrow I'll disappear

No, no, no, don't tell me no
Get me off this poison and give me that high
There's no more pain
No, no, no, don't tell me no
Get me off this poison and give me that high
There's no more pain

If I weren't so jealous, you'd tell me no, that I don't know how to love
She calls me a kid
She gets mad if I don't touch her
She takes pictures at the beach
Sunscreen, house in the hood
With the Maya tattoos, I don't know what to do