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Wazo Dàveed - Ik They Hate Me! текст песни

Исполнитель: Wazo Dàveed

альбом: FACECARD


It's fucking Redda
Redda
Wazo
Yeah
Drop the top it's to hot it get sunny
Rick Owen I don't slip if it's muddy
Don't HA-HA plz don't laugh it ain't funny
You sat back and I had to get money
In a Rolls Royce I put dick in her tummy
Fuck his man bitch now they wanna go jump me
Move to LA now Young Wazo stay Poppin shit
I was too smart yeah I turned down a scholarship
My whole crew stay fly too she fuck on my partner quick
And you see what im rocking you know it's designer shit
You say you my friend but I know that you talking shit
Yeah im rocking Chrome Heart idc what they talk bout
Louis Vuitton tell Virgil come talk to me
I listen to Donda when I'm on my prophet shit
Yeah I popped a Molly and aint no one stoping
I broke now im turning it up
My shooter gonna pull up and burn him right up
In a foreign she sucking me focusing
I can call on my niggas get packs off today
My life is so sinful had sit down and pray
I just fucked his bih now she just stocking my page
Mediate mediate mediate AYE
I am like Young Money I am like Wayne
Don't start with that cap no no we not same
Remember i took the bus now its Bentley Mulsanne
Diamonds baguettes a bust down plain Jane
And my momma been happy im making it rain
Yeah im back in this bitch and my wings came with fangs
Yeah pressure make diamonds my AP looks great
Yeah we gone get nasty if she got the cake
Neiman Marcus we gon shop and eat steak
Drop a song I need millions today
Cut you off yeah there nothing to say
I'm the boss Im the one making waves
Fuck you raw I might nut on your face
Tell these labels better sign me today
Since a young I had to get Benjamins
Your breathe soo stink I think you need peppermints
We got the glocks and my bitch she got FNs
You stay im not stepping im Stanley McStepper then
Don't know who he is so I got the FNs
Got caught with the stick now that boi wanna snitch again
Aint got no times just counting my divides
We see the opps I thx God that my shooter here
We got the drop soo you better decided
Or your momma your sister your brother gon die
Ay
Ay
Drop the top its to hot it get sunny
Rick Owen I don't slip if it's muddy
Dont HA-HA plz don't laugh it aint funny
You sat back and I had to get money
In a Rolls Royce I put dick in her tummy
Fuck his man bitch now they wanna go jump me
Move to LA now Young Wazo stay Poppin shit
I was too smart yeah I turned down a scholarship
My whole crew stay fly too she fuck on my partner quick
And you see what im rocking you know it's designer shit
You say you my friend but I know that you talking shit
Yeah im rocking Chrome Heart idc what they talk bout
Louis Vuitton tell Virgil come talk to me
I listen to Donda when I'm on my prophet shit
Yeah I popped a Molly and aint no one stoping
I broke now im turning it up
My shooter gonna pull up and burn him right up
In a foreign she sucking me focusing
I can call on my niggas get packs off today
My life is so sinful had sit down and pray
I just fucked his bih now she just stocking my page
Mediate mediate mediate AYE
I am like Young Money I am like Wayne
Don't start with that cap no no we not same
Remember i took the bus now its Bentley Mulsanne
Diamonds baguettes a bust down plain Jane
And my momma been happy im making it rain
Wazo

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