Savannah Wako Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

whore Lyrics

First off, I’m headin’ down to the shop on Naka-dori Street. It’s a nice little stretch, ya know? Trees on the side, people walkin’ their dogs, the smell of fresh sushi from that joint on the corner. I’m thinkin’ “Life’s good.” But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the kinda puddle that’s like a mini lake. My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

WAKO〜Rising Sun〜