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bance - wayment lyrics

let’s toast up
ion need no coaster
if i put the cup down the mean the party is over
shawty in the corner
looking kinda robust
she a snake charmer, come and sing it to my cobra
(oh boy)

wait a minute
is she gone lemme hit it
in the bathroom behind the kitchen
is she f+cking with it (you f+cking with it)
wait a minute
can she even get it
she looking kinda bad
but i been sippin’ lemme get to squinting (yes i been sippin’)
wait a minute
lemme get some distance
i’m dipping out the back
they smoking cactus
i say lemmе hit it (i’m dipping out)
his homie go to pass it
he say wait a minute (plеase smoke me out)
you tripping on your toes, go home
i say just lemme sniff it (these b+tches wild)
wait a minute
i done reached my limit the gimmick
i beg my kidneys to forgive me
for the bobby whitney
(beat they ass)
what a pity
shawty from the sorority
took of a city trends
titties like gibby
but she built just like freddy benson
(look how they sag)

wait a minute, hol up
i got just enough to roll up
praying that after i smoke one
they gone get some hoes to show up
i’m just tryna hold some toes up
i’m just tryna get my pole touched
bad lil b+tch, give it a fl!ck
hope that tongue don’t get stuck

i light my joint
cause at this point i feel disjointed
hope i wake up in the morning
cause i feel like i am soaring
wait, what’s all the commotion
if they fighting i’m recording
i hope they ain’t hit the floor yet
i ain’t jumping in no corbin
(blue)
wait, wait
wait a minute hol’ up
wait, wait
wait a minute hol’ up

wait a minute
as i stumble in the kitchen
i heard mumblin and whispering
what y’all talhm bout i’m listening (what y’all talhm bout)
wait a minute
this n+gga bance is tripping
what the f+ck has he been sipping
n+gga need to get to dipping (d+mn y’all talking loud)
he is f+cking up the vision
like the purple opposition
i wanna call up some b+tches
but he need some supervision (d+mn ow)

this n+gga gotta be kidding
i know i ain’t trippin
i creep past the kitchen
with mad precision
i grab the bathroom door and i swing it
spit in the sink, look up and start blinking
i pull out my phone, the sh+t started dinging
it’s a pretty penny, talking bout linking
i shoot her the addy
she normally classy
but i’m a dog ima treat her like lassie
wait a minute
as i go to take a sip
i see my cup is almost finished
and the bottle looking skimpish
(no more ciroc)
so i just down the liquid
sit my cup down in the kitchen
i hit shawty bout her distance
say she in the subdivision
(she round the block)

wait a minute, hol up
why my stomach feeling tore up
d+mn, i hope ion throw up
f+ck, the room is getting colder
everything is moving slower
lemme go open the door up
wait is the floor getting closer

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