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a-wax - lame lyrics

if i f+ck with her the b+tch is freak
if i cut the b+tch off then she must’ve been lame
i put my dog on position to eat but, he couldn’t just take it and run with the game
some homies ain’t never put in no work
tryna discredit all that i’ve done for the game
from the same hood but got raised up so differently in it to make where we from not the same
i ain’t real friendly with rappers that’s why i be charging a lot and they paying for feats
used to have enemies all over town but i’m running out of them cuz they all deceased
i tell ya b+tch i like her the best with her ass in the air and her face in the sheets

(verse)
‘fore i was rapping they knew who i was, everywhere that i went, i had a name in the streets
you should have stayed on the porch with it
told on your homies of course you did
4 car garage at my house i just opened the door to one and parked the porsche in it
growing up we were less fortunate
eviction notices hanging on doors and sh+t
can’t take it with you when it’s said and done
so you might as well spend it and enjoy the sh+t
f+ckin all bands like a first round pick
f+ck a peace talk we ain’t working out sh+t
wasn’t overnight how i got my name lit
baby you ain’t heard what the word around is
done a few bids i ain’t never once snitched
tell the truth b+tch you ain’t never done skits
only shot bricks they don’t ever hear swish
any sympathy for that side of me don’t exist
freaky lil b+tch got a tongue pierced
pouring h+lla syrup in the sunkist
think i’m young sizzle in the 808 mafia
the way i’m always switching up drum kits
name ringing bells like it’s 12 o clock
reach for my chain, empty sh+lls will drop
suckas be talkin bout all the smoke sh+t
then when they get it they tell the cops

if i f+ck with her the b+tch is freak
if i cut the b+tch off she must’ve been lame
i put my dog on position to eat but he couldn’t just take it and run with the game some homies ain’t never put in no work tryna discredit all that i’ve done for the game
from the same hood but got raised up so differently in it to make where we from not the same
i ain’t real friendly with rappers that’s why i be charging a lot and they paying for feats
used to have enemies all over town but i’m running out of em cuz they all deceased i tell yo b+tch i like her the best with her ass in the air and her face in the sheets
fore i was rapping they knew who i was everywhere that i went i had a name in the streets

(verse)
rappers afraid i’m too controversial
mostly got gangsters inside my circle
stay out the way if you really not in it
my partners ain’t playing they really hurt you
he not my homie no he not my dog he found excuses to not get involved
if they ain’t rocking with me when it’s up then it’s the same way i’m rocking with y’all
hunnid ??? for real
how you so fake and your b+tch is real
if it’s about chicken i ain’t really tripping on freedom i’ll be down to risk this thrill
hot as fish grease but my wrist is chill
?? peace we all still miss him still
??? free my dogs out the kennel already and let em live for real
name ringing bells like the school is out made all the neighbors start moving out for this little town i got too much clout
when i do shows it bring dope boys and shooters out

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