wafeek - no matta what lyrics
[verse one]
ladies and gentlemen i got a crazy feelin’
it may be iller than a baby k!ller
raw dawg raping a child for days
sicker than a f-ckin’ pedophile with aids
when i, get the feelin’ that sh-t is a wrap
y’all feel it when i’m billin’ yeah the villain is back
sooo
get ready to die the minute i
start feelin’ you stole your whole style like guerilla black
you try to philosophy
no, all you imposters, you gots to die
i, roll with rastas with lots of ganja
they be dumpin’ mobsters for cops to find ’em
i’m, not rude i’m ruthless
i keep my beef short and sweet like oompa loompas
keep talkin’ cheap boy, you’se a loser
you forcin’ feeke to gon’ and shoot ya like pow!
[hook]
f-ck you i won’t do what you tell me
f-ck you i won’t do what you tell me
f-ck you i won’t do what you tell me
f-ck you i won’t do what you say, no matter what
you say my n-ggas are thirsty
west coast, livin’ it dirty
a little rage music is healthy
so f-ck you i won’t do what you tell me
[verse two]
now, now, now i need cash and fast
i’mma gon’ head and grab a gat
and i call it my cash advance
i be makin’ like a mexican in spanish cl-ss (ay ay ay ay!)
p-ssin’ with flyin’ colors
through security to find you f-cker
up in the club like you a mack right?
you play me to the left i’ll give you some akrite
not only are you flirtin’ with my woman
i can see that your watch is worth a little somethin’ somethin’
y’all meet in the v.i.p
i know she wanna bone ya, that’s when i run up on ya
head swoll cause you stole my bimbo
your eyes closed cause you on that indo
and you sayin’ i’m a lame
well you the first certified gangsta, murdered by a w-nksta
[hook]
[verse three]
ladies don’t trust a player
lying like he love ya, just to lay ya
just play the f-ckin’ game
wake up the next day like, “what’s your name?”
“well, most hoes call me ‘freaky’
only my homies know me as feeke”
holy moly, ??
i’ll make you wifey for the weekend
“what kind of name is feeke?
are you a muslim that came to eat me?”
“no ma’am i came to pork ya
so suck my sausage or i aims to push ya
out the door of a speeding porsche
and you can keep my secret torture
or you need to leave
for what a woman’s worth you ain’t no alicia keys.”
[hook]
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