SaWaDiKa mini cover [CLEAN] og. LISA VOLUME WARNING - please check volume before pressing the green flag (it sounds best w headphones and loudish volume) for anyone wanting to hear it acapella you can press the space button or click the screen - its kinda distorted cause it had to be loud for it to be heard clearly over the backtrack and i forgot to turn the volume down before acapella-ing it ahah i actually have mixed feelings about this song but i love the raps so >< here i am covering it !! the chorus sounds so strained and its cause i just literally cannot scream the chorus that many times ahhaa please ignore it >< ALSO please note that no autotune was used in the making of this cover - its just lots of layering and fxs !! lyrics: Who let this one out of the cage? Move that (Hey), get out of the way Murder, killed that, I'm on the case Hands up (Hey), now lock me away Championship, they call me the one Whip my -- like it's a salon I throw fits like highlight clips I aim, I hit, blow smoke off the gun (Hey) How many does it take? How many does it take? How many, how many tryna ride my wave? How many want my name? How many, how many got discipline? How many comprehend? How many that been where I been? How many get me from within'? Catch me in my feelings, up in the sky Baby, there's no ceiling in my mind (Ah) Hello, sawadika Yeah, you know my wrist is cold Got this timepiece from Geneva If you know it, then you know I'm that one on your TV And my Ferrari, indigo La La hannie , la diva sawadika, there she go (Hey) Hello, sawadika Yeah, you know my wrist is cold Got this timepiece from Geneva If you know it, then you know I'm that one on your TV And my Ferrari, indigo La La hannie, la diva sawadika, there she go (Hey) Bang-bang, Bangkok bang Screaming, "**keng mak**" with my gang Baht be going in my bank 'til I'm going out with a bag Thai'd up like I'm booked, booked I'm like hold up, let me cook, cook Put a show on when I show up, doing donuts in a tuktuk Step on the terrace (Yeah), the rooftop Hop in the back of the chop, chop Like are you coming or what? (Yeah) I'm like the tick on your clock, waking them up Yes, I'm a trouble fanatic (Yeah) Live for the shock like I'm anaphylactic Is it too much? Am I overdramatic? (Yeah) Sick, I'm too sick, better call me a medic Catch me in my feelings, up in the sky Baby, there's no ceiling in my mind (Ah)
