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nefew - wafi lyrics

[intro]
i got it on me right now, n-gg-

[verse 1]
make me put it all out, trap ’til we all out
ball out, young n-gg-, young n-gg-, ball out
still in the spot countin’ money in a wifebeater
bad b-tches only, and i’m ridin’ in a two seater
real n-gg- gettin’ money, you ain’t takin’ sh-t from me
.556, yeah, i’m ridin’ with a stick on me
old b-tches hatin’ ’cause they don’t got sh-t on me
i won’t kiss the ho ’cause her lip got d-ck on it
jewelry on lemon, six figure what i spent on it
lean on my steak, yeah, i had to pour a zip on it
i just seen a sweet lick, i might just put a b-tch on it
-ss so fat, make a n-gg- wanna trick on it
in the p-ssy club they was still throwin’ street money
hit the corner store, jump out, left the jeep runnin’
straight drop gl-ss, n-gg-, got the j’s keep comin’
cotton candy bankroll, i got blue and pink money

[chorus]
used to be local, i started off broke
just left the dealer, i ain’t got no note
i just left lenox, i bought me a coat
i want the beamer with b-tterfly doors
got me some money, it changed my demeanor
b-tterfly doors, yeah, i want that beamer
went to see wafi, he left me on froze
i want the beamer with b-tterfly doors
used to be local, i started off broke
just left the dealer, i ain’t got no note
i just left lenox, i bought me a coat
i want the beamer with b-tterfly doors
got me some money, it changed my demeanor
b-tterfly doors, yeah, i want that beamer
went to see wafi, he left me on froze
i want the beamer with b-tterfly doors

[verse 2]
traphouse runnin’, hit the gas, watch it lift up
stop at west end ’cause i had to get a temp up
remember my po used to hit me with the pick-up
remember we was broke and them hoes used to diss us
realest n-gg- in it, n-gg-, you can put a bet up
’round the sea so we water whip, that’s what’s messed up
we was at store, remember 12 couldn’t catch us
had a dub in my pocket ’cause you know i put the rest up
south atlanta, n-gg-, p-ssy n-gg- gon’ respect us
in a couple months i’ma be in a jet, bruh
i ain’t told one time, these n-gg-s one time
fake trap rapper, know they ain’t sold one dime
still the same n-gg-, though, rappin’ in the lunch line
boy, these n-gg-s all cap, atlanta braves ball cap
tryna sn-tch a chain off, boy, you n-gg-s j’d out
won’t make it to the door, get your -ss laid out

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