by Peace Umanah — March 29, 2026

Wagwan Lyrics by Central Cee

Intro

(Gusto)
Yo

Verse 1
I’m on Miami Beach with a sweet one, tanned, she wanna learn, so I teach some slang
Like what’s goin’ on, bae? How are you doin’? I’m from London, so I speak with a twang
It’s taxmanK and the police too, I don’t watch them yutes, I don’t beef with a gang
But there’s set people I wanna see get blammed, if you fuck with them boys, don’t reach for my—
Sold sweets in school that I thiefed from Poundland, bro fly them and the pound still land
Big Naira in Victoria Island, stack pillin’, I want pounded yam
Kinda surprised ’bout the venue size, I performed for twenty-five thousand fans
Keep the clout, I’m out for the bands, keep countin’ the days, baby, I’ll be back

Chorus
Wagwan?
I ain’t seen shorty in a minute
She asked how I am, I said, “Calm”
She said I’m the man, I said, “Innit?”
Posted up with my darg at yard
If you got a friend for my friend, then bring it
When I was broke, heart cold like December
But now I’m up, my step got a spring in

Post-Chorus
Baby, turn it around and spin it
I’m tryna bend your back and then dig it
I ain’t unknown in the T, man did it
Park the Sprinter outside of the club
Tell bro, “Beg you jump out quick and fill it?”
Say you’re a good girl, said that you’re timid
I think she a freak and don’t wanna admit it
I think she a freak and don’t wanna ad—

Verse 2
Now it’s private room, we don’t go shop floor, I was poor, now it’s champagne glasses spillin’
You only spent one day with us chillin’, now you don’t wan’ live same way you were livin’
I get gyal, I don’t rape no women
Free all the get-backs sat in the jail, they ain’t learnin’ a skill, but they barber trimmin’
Trust no one, I seen pastor sinnin’
You honestly think if I go put a 100K on the table, my darg won’t kill him?
DXB, I’m with packs, I rap, he traps, but he got the same car I’m whippin’
Written the sixteen bars or lyrics
Got rich without father figures
No drama cah the karma spinnin’
It’s not Carti’ on my arm, it’s a Richard