Social media personality Snowd4y, known for creating comedic content about Toronto culture, recently released a comedic parody song called “Wah Gwan Delilah”. The track is a play on the 2005 emo-folk-pop hit “Hey There Delilah” by Plain White T’s.
For the parody, Snowd4y enlisted popular Toronto rapper and singer Drake.
The lyrics of “Wah Gwan Delilah” incorporate slang terms commonly used in Multicultural Toronto English (MTE). MTE is a dialect spoken by many young, ethnically diverse residents of the Greater Toronto Area.
The phrase “wah gwan”, which is derived from Jamaican Patois and means “what’s going on?” in standard English, appears throughout the song in various spellings.
This is Drake’s second release since his much-publicized feud with Kendrick Lamar from March to May 2024.
The other recent Drake song is “U My Everything”, a collaboration with Sexyy Red. While neither of Drake’s new tracks directly addresses the beef with Kendrick, they could be interpreted as playful references to angles Kendrick took in his first full diss track, “euphoria“.
Specifically, “Wah Gwan Delilah” may be seen as a response to Kendrick’s mocking use of Toronto slang.
Wah Gwan Delilah Snowd4y Drake Lyrics
Yo, wah gwan, Delilah
Wah gwan, Delilah, what’s it like in Toronto City?
I’m two thousand kilometres away
But, girl, tonight, you look so bad, oh, yes, you do
Dundas Square don’t shine as bright as you
Top left, top left
Wah gwan, Delilah, you live far, it’s such a mission
I can finesse my way on the transit
But nowadays, these guys are dissing, are you dumb?
I scan my Presto wit’ no funds
Kick me off, you get brunched
Ooh, don’t you be acting mean
Ooh, there’s a .40 in my jeans (Lah, lah)
And, ooh, your shordy wants to reach
Oh, these are Mike Amiri jeans (Lah, lah)
Wah gwan, Delilah, know I’m late ’cause there’s bare traffic
I just show my dog your ‘Gram
He said he knows a man that slapped it, I’m so cheesed
Your “mademoiselle” nights are geeked, I’m bent, lowkey
Wah gwan, Delilah, double-date me if you like me
Brought my cro’nem for your bestie
Sorry, he’s wearin’ a shiesty, he’s not beat
It’s just too smokey in these streets
You’re looking sweet
Ooh, don’t you be acting mean
Oh, there’s a .40 in my jeans (Lah, lah)
And, ooh, your shordy wants to reach
Oh, these are Mike Amiri jeans (Lah, lah)
Wah gwan, Delilah, peeped your batty from afar
The way I’m chiefing on these Russian creams
My lungs are full of tar, I’m on the way
I spend that CERB, why would I save?
Does it look like I own a cape?
Wah gwan, Delilah, can you scoop me from the mall?
The pack came from British Columbia
Fiends blow my phone off the wall, I’m makin’ waps
I get more bandskis than your pops, don’t piss me off
Ooh, don’t you be acting mean
Oh, there’s a .40 in my jeans
And, ooh, if you’re tryna hit a lick on the TD, RBC, Scotiabank, R.B.C, C.I.B.C, P.C Financial
Holler at me
Miyute, don’t be movin’ tough ’cause I will call your Scarborough bluff
Like Tarzan, I am always on the Jane (Always on the Jane)
I’m on your block like, “Where you at?”
They stay inside like Kai Cenat
My kicks are wet from trappin’ in the rain
Stoleys moshed, I’ll walk today, but don’t walk in the bikers lane
Or you’re gonna catch a deafazz to the brain
I can’t explain
Oh
Wah gwan, Sabrina, what’s it like in Mississauga?
I know you stay at home wit’ momma
So can you bless me with a dollar? Don’t be rude
Square One don’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s, I swear it’s true
