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​lecie - wasp lyrics

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(lets get the part started)
[intro: lecie]
[?] that n+gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
[?] that n+gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
[?] that n+gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a ca+
[?] that n+gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
he gon’ try and get it back, he gone leave out with a ga+a+a+ash
i don’t really care unless lil b+tch, where yo mom at?
and that n+gga weak as f+ck, he ain’t see no combat
fly around in the city in my ship, like a lombax
see this sh+t again, don’t want yo b+tch, need no contact

([?] f+ck n+gga)
(could you watch me die?)

[verse 1: lecie]
b+tch im getting to this bag, i don’t really care bout’+ i just+i just need this f+cking cash
[?] that n+gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
he gon’ try and get it back he gone leave out with a+
i don’t really care unless a lil b+tch where yo+ b+tch where yo+
i don’t really care unless a lil b+tch+b+tch
i don’t really care unless a lil b+tch, where yo mom at?
and that n+gga weak as f+ck, he ain’t see no combat
fly around in the city in my ship, like a lombax
see this sh+t again, don’t want yo b+tch, need no contact
n+gga blowing up like a grenade, [?] that
n+gga blowing up like a grenade, in yo face [?]
n+gga blowing up like a grenade, in yo face
[pre+chorus: lecie]
n+ggas b+tches, n+ggas hoes, n+ggas [?] up wearing lace
getting money, counting o’s, yeah, i know you wanna taste
and i’m always staying real n+gga, know i’m h+lla based

[verse 2: t2i]
b+tch i got racks, and you know i’m up
pull up with yo f+cking b+tch, and we pull up in a truck+uck+uck
b+tch+b+tch+b+tch
and we pull up in a truck
and i keep a f+cking glock, made that f+ck n+gga duck
n+gga turn me down, we gone [?] that boy soft
ay, yo music f+cking ass, n+gga, yeah, you suck
i got two f+cking glocks, yeah, i keep em’ in a truck
talking bout’ that money n+gga, yeah, you know i get that
pull up with yo’ f+cking b+tch, and we in a scat pack
pull up on that p+ssy n+gga, he won’t get this, get back
talkin’ on me and lecie, p+ssy go work at that
and i been kind of [?] and my pockets getting fat
t+h+a+t+n+i+g+g+a
n+gga i am back, you bum n+gga, you so sad
b+a+s+e+d, n+gga i’m so rad
and yo b+tch can twerk, so i tell her “throw it back”
she want a part two, so i tell her “run it back”



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