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charlie wayy - come 2 collect lyrics

a difference tween longwinded and tall gifted
this the juice, they talk juice it’s pulp fiction
im godbody, double cross me. thats crucifixion
every written got that hookah feeling, like who could last
you want a pass or you want the gas
the flow lucid, they so putrid. them boys ass
we steaming, its purple flowers or blue grass
ricky bobby, we converse with the first. we don’t know the last
i’m all up in that bag, s++t i know they mad
i’m glad they in that bag, s++t i know they trash
this the type of talent, that they wish they had
i’m punching with the fist the black panthers had
they filtered, i’m snapping just like a photograph
they say they eating, lets see how long they dinner last
they talk bout the past so they could get a pass
sequon how i run it, b+tch i can’t give a pass
the bell different, i’m leveon to you tinkers
grouped me up with the trappers but labeled me the thinker
they fishing for out for drama but hooks and lines a sink em
i’m penning better than vets they calling me to ink em
(ugh)
it get ugly like tyrone hill
when that ink spill, it got momma a house on the hill
f+ck humble i’m thinking bout putting wrist on chill
if you squad, f+ck friendly. n+gga i’m stuck on k!ll
wayyyyyy

- charlie wayy lyrics

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