Mads Veslelia - Wannabe lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, I am just gonna state the obvious We have a doppleganger From the hair to the suit, do you not have any value or respect for originality? You're a laughing stock, it's cheesy, I can't stand it I'm ashamed to be here [Verse 1 ] Langt igjen å gå Are you kidding me, k**ing me, stupidity Pissing me so off Langt igjen å gå Are you willing to meeting me I ain't feeling your energy, oh boy Langt igjen å gå They call me MV, the enemy Don't pretend to be friend of me, make sure I rep truth to the fullest, stupid Sit in your stool, sh** f** views, b**h, I'm Lubitz Dawg, I ain't shocking my brain I'm like a fox in this b**h, what the f** am I saying? I'ma boss in this job, you get shot in your face If you ever try to sing “ah rist meg som en milkshake”[?], wait... I thought people were dope Until Kygo came in middle now he's stealing my show, oh! What you mean I never had one? Last show, three people, that was action, Mom! No celebrities like me A.P., yeah he said that I was biting Onkl P talk sh**, but never fight me, So I guess, that MV forever hiking But I write 'em to dust We all going down, German pilot, f**ing us up, f** (oh boy) And my manager never managed to stop me Door is on lock, and I'm flopping [Hook] When I say “wanna” you say “be” Wanna – be Wanna – be (x3) Mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are f** a disguise! [Verse 2] Yeah, you know I straight rock it Caught women and spinnin' 'em on the co*k tip Adrenaline k**in' 'em, I'm on my sh** I'm sipping on Hennessy in the co*kpit, yeah I'm in a beast-mode One shot to blow, so hell no, f** a free throw, people Unfasten your seatbelt We gon' crash in the Alps, I don't need help I'm shutting it down I'm like a fox in this b**h, I ain't f**ing around (wap-pop-pop-papa-pa-pow) Yeah, that's the sound when we're going down, cause I'm Just a wannabe, just a kid With no f**ing feels for the music biz I'm foolish, I'm stupid, I use this, music To bullsh**, these losers, tell that I'm Lubitz, b**h Sit still on the plane, one last trip, yep Do you feel what I'm saying? Clique-magazine sh**, still k**ing the game I'm Brad Pitt, still feeling ugly insane, main Are you a banker? Better leave me a loan Put a bad-chick in Bagdad, she wanna get stoned, bro Like Forrest and Jenny She a who*e, I'ma dork for tryna get any, I'm MV f** a ginger, I'ma injure, everything girl, get up in her With the Timber, then pretend I, wanna friend her Ah-ah, virgin bruh? Better be on before get on my ding dong Get on my level, I'm better, I'm f**ing King Kong What up Sim-One? Pedal to the metal, man we live in a sitcom I'm in the middle like Malcolm Am I single? Nah man, I'm album And a threesome, f** it, I'm wild son Long as bloat float, grab throats, laugh, choke Pa** rope, fast-forward past hoes, that's dope Last quote, ask bro's To defend you in court, by saying you thought her throat Was nothing but a motherf**ing love handle, I'm so broke [Hook] When I say “wanna” you say “be” Wanna – be Wanna – be (x3) Mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are f** a disguise [Outro] Bounce (x6) Get up now Bounce (x6) Get up now Bounce (x6) And get up now But if you think that I copy the sound Get your a** on the plane, I ain't f**ing around We're going down