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o wave – slight flex lyrics

whoo,whoo, whoo
whoo,whoo, whoo

with the 40 playing man hunt
can’t hide and you can’t run
n-ggas fake blow the smoke like a cap gun
look at o wave see that man stunt
i f-cked up barneys and neimans
we came cash off the work
brody was lit off the pieces
if you ain’t my n-gga and you cross my n-gga we beefin’
i cannot give you no features, don’t have no interest
you call a n-gga big bro, you pillow talkin’ to b-tches
breaking the code, went on the stand and you told
don’t hit me and tell me we linkin’
rattin’ and snitchin’ don’t hit og’s and bros
they cannot save it or fix it
collar versace
she black but still call me papi
stepped on the rug with my chrisitians
just how i’m livin’ get it in i’m workin’ hard
get in my bag that’s my job
dappin’ me close but i see that hate from afar
frontin’ you’ll get your -ss robbed
here where i’m from either you stack or you starve
either you stack or you starve
don’t even front, soft n-gga you actin’ hard
you wasn’t real from the start
aye, head huncho i’m boss yeah whatever i say go
for that hook i’ma charge, go and send me them pesos
same b-tches that be slaughterd ya’ll be cuffin’ those same hoes
saks fifth when i shop, we done bodied them d-mn stores

it’s going back, back all about the paper
need to fax that , got a ton of money in a nap
was down hard, but i snapped back
movin’ milly never lackin’ spend 250 on a snap back
nananana nananana
n-ggas broke hatin’ they can’t stand that
hit the club then we buss it up, get to the bands then we f-ck it up blessin’ my wrist i just flood it up
they think they did it, they ain’t done enough
talk about it, tell’em read about
stack them hundreds tell’em keep on countin’
all this drippin’ n-ggas need a fountain
gotta spend it, i can’t leave without it
bro don’t get mad get your money, looked under my shoe and it’s bl–dy
that lil baddie my boo, but i call her my sis or my buddy
watered my wrist and it’s floody
sippin on hennesy, sippin on muddy
i tell her bring all her friends, all the girls wanna suck me and f-ck me
we got that work and we straight to the top
i got the city on fire b-tch i’m hot
jump out the bently then came the lot
sparkles on sparkles, when i hit the spot
brand new air jordans that came with a glock
i got your b-tch and she givin’ me top
foreigns on foreigns when i go to shop
hand me the ball i’m kd with the shot

with the 40 playin’ man hunt whoo, whoo, whoo

call the blood n-ggas, call the crips
they could blood or crip walk to this
blast your speakers, this a f-cking hit
keep’em comin’ i don’t ever miss
yup i’m good in every f-ckin’ hood
got my n-ggas hangin’ i ain’t tuckin’ sh-t
if you don’t like it you could suck a d-ck
you don’t like me you could suck a d-ck
aye, aye, aye …
with the 40 playin’ man hunt (4x)

talk about it, tell’em read about it (2x)
aye, aye, with the 40 playin’ man hunt

- o wave lyrics

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