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WFY (Waitin' For Yo)

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I just set the tune free, they're screamin'
Like a kettle niggas are steamin'
Of my name they know the meanin'
Don't get close, that street is taperin'

You're shakin', earthquake neither started
Dead bouquet I hope you guarded
No tricks here, It's just pure science
Like I'm Rick, she likes the smarter

Why are you keepin' your walk in low?
I got a couple G's waitin' for yo
Movin' fast, here I go
Still tryin' to hide your face, then I will show

Post bout my life on your TT, wanna see your bank fill up? Easy
Gave you some days, no one will pay, they ask'em "it's all ok?"
Don't even get a percent leakin' your titties

You're goofies under skins to gangsters
We're not on star but in the war, I cut like lasers
Don't text to me, you tested me, was not the smarted
Now calm down, the war just started

Why are you keepin' your walk in low?
I got a couple G's waitin' for yo
Movin' fast, here I go
Still tryin' to hide your face, then I'll show

I see you bleedin' down on the floor
Beggin' for some mercy, but now I won't
You'd moved fast, I was more
See you in another place across the road

Hit down your feet on the gas
You're stupid with a mind made of glass
If it gets a little warm, they can forge
At first you break it down, don't forget
I'm about to make a mess

Like James Wan, I'll make it obscene
We don't need stunts or fake blood on the scene, no
Like a mausoleum trap, you know?
Result of talkin' a lotta my name, dawg

I guess might now wave is bumpin'
Your mind's like time, slowly
Try to fight back in front of me?
Big goof be back with nothin'

I'd heard what you sayin' round here
We both were homies past year
You must be drunk, I'll let it clear
Let's fake we're unknown right here

(How could you sleep by my side)
(When there's just I to cross your hell)
(There's no forgiveness for ya crime)
(Traitors are not welcome in the sky)
(Neither earth, neither hell)

Hold on your pride, move back
Thought he was the nigga right, didn't even last a breath
Ate my food in my kitchen, got you slept in my home
Turn you a member of my fam, then now you can find your own

We made mistakes, we cannot fake it
Stole some or trust you, same shit
No guilty, karma it's so jam
Hope you still smiling, goddamn

Why are you keepin' your walk in low?
I got a couple G's waitin' for yo
Movin' fast, here I go
Still tryin' to hide your face, then I will show

Why are you keepin' your walk in low?
I got a couple G's waitin' for yo
Movin' fast, here I go
Still tryin' to hide your face, then I'll show

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