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$amaad - wait in the lobby lyrics

[intro]
(john?)
aye, aye

[chorus: $amaad & saiah woes]
left her where she at, came back and got it, she a cold piece
left her where she at, might leave the state and get a froze piece (froze piece)
i could sell sheets to a bed (to a bed)
f+cked up, i might just play her head, n+gga yeah
turnt up, got some bands and my hand, b+tch yeah
turnt up, i just came up with a plan, b+tch yeah (eughh eughh eughh)
burnt up ’bout that b+tch and she a leg, b+tch yeah (nah for real)
b+tch yeah, eughh, ha
b+tch yeah, eughh eughh (hey hey hey)
n+ggas ain’t in the field like us, they ain’t seen a homi
cullinan, double r truck n+gga, this a big body (nah for real)
i don’t think rapping for you, you need to go get a new hobby (hey)
ten bad b+tches, i can’t choose, tell ’em wait in the lobby
[verse 1: $amaad and saiah woes]
(the real child of drama)
aye, what ya worth baby (aye what you worth)
you got some ass, can you go on, make it twerk baby (make it twerk, go to work)
she threw it back and d+mn, i’m coming out my shirt baby (out my shirt, out my shirt)
baby, eughh, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
i need me a lamb truck, i’m talking lamb talk (yeah)
n+ggas, they say they built like us, they must be smoking bath salt (yeah)
these hoes tryna f+ck me and my gang, they tryna come take they pants off (yeah)
can’t trust no hoe, i ain’t know too long they’ll try to come take yo mans off, eughh (yeah) (hey hey hey)
and i can’t f+ck with broke b+tches, it just don’t feel right
i’m sliding to the trap, i’m finna be there all night (all night)
we in neimans f+cking it up, moncler boyz for life (yeah)
n+gga wanna pillow talk on woes, f+ck it, it’s on sight (grrah)
i could really make a milli off a iphone (for real)
we in new york, smoking on cookies different time zones
you wasn’t f+cking with me, i was broke, n+gga you could leave me alone
i see your b+tch in the front row, she singing all of the songs (whole lotta racks)
late nights all on the block, i ain’t have no choice but to get that bag (get that bag)
i don’t really give two f+cks, i’ll spend me a band on the chrome heart tags (chrome heart tags)
you ain’t got no preme, you ain’t got no bape? lil’ n+gga where yo swag
i can’t believe these n+ggas be beefing about the b+tch i had

[chorus: $amaad & saiah woes]
left her where she at, came back and got it, she a cold piece
left her where she at, might leave the state and get a froze piece (froze piece, eughh)
i could sell sheets to a bed (to a bed)
f+cked up, i might just play her head, n+gga yeah
turnt up, got some bands and my hand, b+tch yeah
turnt up, i just came up with a plan, b+tch yeah (eughh eughh eughh)
burnt up ’bout that b+tch and she a leg, b+tch yeah (nah for real)
b+tch yeah, eughh, ha
b+tch yeah, eughh eughh (hey hey hey)
n+ggas ain’t in the field like us, they ain’t seen a homi
cullinan, double r truck n+gga, this a big body
i don’t think rapping for you, you need to go get a new hobby (hey)
ten bad b+tches, i can’t choose, tell ’em wait in the lobby
[outro]
(the real child of drama)

- amaad lyrics

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