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wasiu - inside the wrapper lyrics

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nothing sweet inside the wrapper though

catch somewhere between lacordaire and papineau

with my zoes eating riz collé with haricots

or with my naija people listening to davido

i’m the f+ckin mtlien with intelligence
and the melanin got the white people scared of him

and i’m independent man go and tell a friend

that i ain’t f+cking with no n+ggas that i’m better then

in 2012 me and ghost understood wassup

n0body makes it in a world that isn’t shooken up

so b+tch spare me all the coulda shoulda woulda stuff

cuz we wasn’t ‘posе to be here n+gga look at us

kеt

from pushing weight and now we pushing luck

ain’t no waiting we gon push cuz these p+ssies stuck

i been pushing norms, said i ain’t good enough

that made me bitter so this tape is like a sugar rush

and lately i been texting all these b+tches that i shouldn’t f+ck

lately i been making all these records that the hood’ll love

i’m just tryna make my family eat from what i’m cooking up

inside the wrapper ain’t sh+t sweet

it’s actually kina grimey

baby in from the 90s

maybe that’s where you’ll find me

across the

zellers looking proper

sipping vodka

i rock a bandanna, 05 santana

make sure my juelz bling bling and glam cameras
the diplomat, i ain’t talking no d+mn sanders

know n+ggas old as flintstones still bam hammers

bam bam

yea i turned my ls around now they go blam blam

n+gga that’s 7, 8 9s up in the d+mn van

head down, defeat is up just like a handstand

gun is like a game show, i think you can dance n+gga

buay del patio que sopa

round here we dance kompa

haitian nou konsa

ironic how my trini b+tch squirt like a super soca

vida loca

huh

but she giving everyone a ride the b+tch is oprah

im with her bestie, cuba we sip memosas

on a real beach, broke n+ggas go to oka

f+ck your house f+ck your bed and your f+ckin sofa

cuz i’m taking over

i’m rick james b+tch, show me your chocha

i know they love sosa

but what about kola?

hola

oh oh h+llo howdy do ya? don’t believe in rumors

but i heard you give k!ller brain like a tumor

ha, see my skin ain’t darker than my humor

i’m in a dark place please someone find my jeweler

p+ssy n+ggas smell fishy, barracuda

lord, i finally found my prey now hallelujah

i know latinos that won’t hesitate to shoot ya

and make your ass bachata like aventura

who ya thought you was f+ckin with? it wasn’t me can’t be

understand me

this them scary hours halloween antsy

they thought i was handing out sweets but it’s needles in the candy

dandy

no plan b i’m raw dog i’m all in

and that wack sh+t that y’all on appalling

this ain’t me it’s god dawg a calling

and my grandma is prolly the boss up there

from sweet talks to salt tears

the taste bittersweet when the sulk clears

i stargaze and wish we could talk there

this sh+t called life really unfair

inside the wrapper is an angry fan

that had to sugarcoat his talents, do the dancy dance

but ima always put in work just like a handy man

remember nothing really sweet up in this candyland

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