atcreams&yachtson - oh, wait! lyrics
[verse 1: atcreams]
swerving out cuz i’m faded
almost crashed twice, but i made it!
honey acting up, no, that’s disrespectful
knows she’s finna get her -ss traded!
tell the boy raiden he can take her
tell the boy pabs he can have her
i got a problem attracting ratchets
it’s a real bad habit, lot of times i wish i hadn’t
gave her game like john madden
but boy just how it happened
pick her up and then i p-ss her
yeah i hit it in the bathroom
finna hit it in the sauna
i can hit it upside down
yeah i hit it how i wanna
i ain’t been in t-town for too long
but i’ll show you how this dirty south gets into a thong
or how he turns two rights into a wrong
or how we got the green light on this song
you’ll be laughing for no reason
because i’m a cracker and i’m cheesing
beat the kitty, yeah it’s the season
summer yeah we had it, got armani on my gl-sses
s/o emb the baddest, cut it out and it’s the past b-tch
otherwise it be you -ss b-tch, hope you wiser than my last b-tch
cuz i ain’t bring her back b-tch, she got baggage!
[verse 2: yachtson]
i’m not a rapper, i’m shameless!
southern boys testing my patients!
i roll with presidents, i am a delegate
i’m international, this is my proof of it!
s/o to v squad man this is a sermon
(not many people could say this)
looking like strippers, but really they’re virgins
(party on)
cruising the campus i do not attend it
the belles here so tight, i refuse to loose end it
(panties so tight)
and how did they manage without us?
s/o to quist man, we whip in the schoolbus!
[verse 3: pabs]
mientras tanto yo aqui vivo
con mi mano en corazon
mientras tanto yo aqui vivo
la mano en mi corazon
alabama sur camino, tierra de tontos y algodon
aqui la gente no respeta
ni familia ni dinero
todos ellos se creen griegos por pillar un colocon
aqui dios ya no es icono
futbol es su religion
por mucho que se lo expliques siempre creen tener razon, ha
[verse 4: atcreams&raiden]
swerving out cuz i’m faded
b-tch talk sh-t, you get bladed
hoes stalking all on my pages
they moms guessing our ages!
[verse 5: atcreams]
cuz we is on and they ain’t it
got a swiss b-tch, she speak danish
bilingual but ain’t my language
i made it to where i’m at, got this cash up in my trap
gotta ask if you can rap!
sock drawer i got a lock for
test day always gotta pop more
alabama know i’m on the top foor
raiden vouch for it!
[verse 6: yachtson]
i think i’m feeling the liquor!
who are these girls i don’t know?
your house party was lowkey ’till the dj played our tracks
the girl that i’m leaving with was yours ’till she saw my racks
text me later you can have her back, oh yeah!
that’s truuu gotta check the facts, oh yeah!
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