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baseman - new wavin lyrics

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[shocktown]
shocktown i bring the wave out, f-ck you wanna say now?
i was running round flipping, you was kissing in the playground
n-gga had beige in my cheeks, i was raised in the streets
i don’t play with police, cause they’re playing for keeps

[baseman]
i want it all i can never be patient
you know my money ain’t clean, i don’t have bank statements
i do it for my thugs getting p’s on the pavement
you know i roll with my team i’m not into ice skating
me and my brudda shocktown keep waving

[shocktown]
soldier got bagged, boxes looking like blake brown
i don’t give a f-ck what a hater wanna say now
n-gga i was raised in the east, go favourites to eat
[?] you ain’t able to sleep
she is wavin me

[baseman]
i beg you tell me why these n-ggas wan’ iron me
is it the gyal that i beat or the racks or my timepiece
it’s still “f-ck a new friend” just me myself and irene
i’m like the vic in the east end, you know where to find me
lord, i’m like let a n-gga try me

[shocktown]
baby i’m coming, i run in giuseppe’s
giving that becky i’m bussing in seconds
i’m pulling out russians, you’re thinking it’s tekken
maison margiela’s, my b-tches be jealous
tun up, tun up, tables turning
six bricks, bridges burning
slick, slick rick you deserve it
slick, slick rick is you learning?

[baseman]
you n-ggas happy with a slice, i just want the whole cake
i was dropping bare p’s, i was running from the jakes
fam i jumped in the bush like lord let me get away
i’m in the bush with the stash lord let me get away
like lord let me get away

[baseman]
but they don’t know what i’ll do for this money
fam i used to skip school for this money
fam i’m like a tomtom en route to this money
i need so much money like
“i don’t know what to do with this money”

[shocktown]
a.p stunting on instagram
imma get mine, them i’m gonna go get your man’s
i don’t care about no instagram
i got money and got things to bang (x3)
my white boy flyer than peter pan
we got money and got things to bang

[baseman]
i just wanna buy macs for me and my n-ggas
i need a house on a hill for me and my hittas
i wan’ smoke good weed
bad b’s on their knees
but don’t play i got something by my waist
i’ll put that suttin to your face
you better point me to the safe, i need that food on my plate

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