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phresher - wait a minute (remy ma remix) lyrics

[intro: phresher]
wait, wait, wait, wait
wait, wait, wait, wait

[hook: phresher]
wait, wait, wait a minute
wait, wait, wait a minute
one god d-mn minute
hold up wait a minute
i start sh-t then i finish
hard head i don’t listen
diamonds on my wrist glisten
n-gg- let me count ya minutes
wait a minute, wait a minute
wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
wait a minute, wait a minute
wait, wait, wait, a minute
i start sh-t then i finish
hard head i don’t listen
diamonds on my wrist glisten
n-gg- let me count ya minutes

[verse 1: phresher]
big head jimmy neutron
f-ck a b-tch on a futon
don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
n-gg- this ain’t groupon
do my dirt all by my lonely
all my b-tches know we homies
if i pull up wit my b-tch hoes better act like they don’t know me
all my side b-tches in check, diamonds clear like windex
one point got an index
smash your -ss like an insect
so you better be goo
shawty better be nude
when i walk in the room
she know she f-ckin’ with a goon
did (?) at the same time
my third leg got hang time
bang, bang, bang time
game face when it’s game time
(?) dora
got her screamin’ like a wh-r–a
she keep beggin’ me to stop
but she really want more-a
dirty soap contradicted
but the d-ck’s so addictive
homie how could you blame her?
her hand dealt like kramer

[verse 2: remy ma]
i’m a timbs b-tch, got my boots on
got the ex-cons in the yukon
i don’t steal b-tch, i kill b-tch, bout to catch me a new charges
same b-tches call me, that’s how i knew y’all was phony
i put putting that work, taking ’em to church, cause i leave ’em holy
will i smoke this b-tch? yes
probably fail my p-ss test
get rid of those fake br–sts
and put a vest on this b-tch chest
it’s lunch time, she food
i’m troy ave with that tool
both hands on it like noon
remy ma, i’m a goon
the city big, i’m state time
i’m sn-tching wigs like waistlines
crack a b-tch with my cellphone, really put her on facetime
that ghostwriter bout to call her
that lifeline getting shorter
rip biggie smalls, why the f-ck they ain’t want her?
i was cooking in the kitchen
i was minding my business
now i gotta get gangster
cause these b-tches is haters

[verse 3: 50 cent]
boy, now what’s the issue?
you gonna make me get with you
you want talk that girlie talk b-tch you can talk to my pistol
wait, wait, wait a minute
i got big paper i’m spendin’
i get to flashin’ on ’em, my whip blasted on ’em, i mean any n-gg- can get it
that’s 30 in the extendo
i had your b-tch in the end zone
n-gg- she sucked me out the friend zone
n-gg- she sucked me out the friend zone
i’m so good with the hoes
i pulled up in the rolls
with my diamonds blinkin’ like strobes
in a kanye shirt with holes
i’m blowin’ paper like dat
my n-gg-s in here strapped
they’ll bust, you won’t bust back
that’s why i act how i act
i see it oh, so, clear
you n-gg-s ain’t really-really with this sh-t
got me thinkin’ i really, really, really run this b-tch

- phresher lyrics

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