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clay "krucial" perry iii - wafi lyrics

[intro:]
that n+gga austen a fool

[chorus: clay “krucial” perry iii]
say, say, b+tch, i don’t know magic (b+tch, i don’t know)
look, ho, this really my life
the rest of these n+ggas just rapping (just rapping, whoa)
look, wafi my choreographer, my diamonds dancing (my diamonds dancing)
look, you’ll get shot, photographer, come around me acting, oh
ooh nah, ooh nah (nah)
i’m not a p+rnstar
i pull this d+ck out, shoot at all y’all (pull my d+ck out, shoot at all y’all)
always talking about how i don’t pick up
why you call, dawg? (why you call, dawg?)
i feel like thanos, put my wrist up
y’all gon’ all fall (y’all gon’ all fall)
[verse 1: clay “krucial” perry iii]
yeah, world domination (world dom’)
don’t worry, i’ma save you (worry, i’ma)
b+tch, i’m my own man
could never worry ’bout what they do (never worry)
don’t want no conversation (want no conversation)
shoutout my n+gga cedric (that my n+gga)
he just got off probation (just got off)
feel like we on vacation (feel we on)
my n+ggas ain’t got no patience (they ain’t got it)
my n+ggas don’t count no favors (my n+ggas don’t count)
my n+ggas ain’t gotta say sh+t (my n+ggas don’t gotta)
they talking ’bout pop one, take it (pop ’em)
fifty hoes shaking (pop ’em)
my fifty holding 80 (pop ’em)
my denim was old navy (was old navy)

[chorus: clay “krucial” perry iii]
say, say, b+tch, i don’t know magic (b+tch, i don’t know)
look, ho, this really my life
the rеst of these n+ggas just rapping (just rapping, whoa)
look, wafi my choreographеr, my diamonds dancing (my diamonds dancing)
look, you’ll get shot, photographer, come around me acting, oh
ooh nah, ooh nah (nah)
i’m not a p+rnstar
i pull this d+ck out, shoot at all y’all (pull my d+ck out, shoot at all y’all)
always talking about how i don’t pick up
why you call, dawg? (why you call, dawg?)
i feel like thanos, put my wrist up
y’all gon’ all fall (y’all gon’ all fall)
[verse 2: g herbo]
brand new patek
this b+tch twinkle like a bunch of stars (ay, ay)
he ain’t f+cking off that sack then he ain’t one of ours
bought a couple cars, iced up, i got thirty charms
call my pinky ring stephen, this b+tch thirty large
gang reppin’, don’t tote smith & wesson’s ’cause i keep an fn (fn)
when we catch him send him right to heaven, that’s just how we stepping
rock designer, hoes on me, pressing, baby momma stressing
half a ticket just popped on the schedule, quarter on the dresser
that ain’t sh+t, we having sh+t, my n+ggas flex, we got it lit
was in the trap, we had a brick, you hood rich, we rapper rich
who want smoke? these n+ggas b+tches
broad day, them n+ggas snitching
dirty sticks, come through and d+ck ’em
covid mask, f+ck a witness, uh (brrrah)
stretch a n+gga out like he on his fitness (f+ck ’em)
checks in my account, b+tch, i handle business
double digit m’s and i’m from the trenches (ya dig)
missing calls, i ain’t looking at my f+cking mentions (swerve)

- clay krucial perry iii lyrics

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