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yng vant - wait up! lyrics

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wait up! lyrics
[intro:]
aye, aye
aye, aye
aye, aye

[chorus: yng vant]
told that b+tch to wait up, i can’t wait up (no)
you know me, yeah i’m tryna stack my paper (hey)
you know me, i cannot worry ’bout a hater (no)
yeah you know i’m ballin’ like the f+cking lakers (ball)
she want me to come date her, i can’t date her (no)
b+tch i’m future’s son, yeah i’m a player (yeah)
yeah i’m way too faded, yeah you know i’m way up (way)
i can never love a b+tch and i can’t chase her (chase)

[verse 1: yng vant]
won’t chase her
run passed her (zoom)
baby you on your knees but you ain’t praying like a pastor (no)
me and damian in that whip, skrrt skrrt, going fastеr (fast)
she wanna ride me likе a farmer, ride me like a tractor
mmm
yeah i’m gonna attract her (tract)
b+tches want this money so this bread is what she after (after)
pass her to the gang, all you heard was some laughter (laugh)
yng vant, yeah happily ever after
[verse 2: damianwrld]
wait up
told that girl that she should wait up
blowing up my phone girl you is a hater
darth vader
told that b+tch to (told that b+tch to)
told that b+tch to wait up
i dunk no layup (layup)
bad b+tch on my phone, uh, told that girl to wait up (wait up)
i just f+cked her once and i f+cked up on her makeup (makeup)
f+ck this b+tch i blaze up (blaze up)
k!ll these beats like k!llua (k!llua)
shoot my gun, go right through ya (through ya, yeah)
look at my wrist i’m bust down
i dont wanna bust now (bust now)
running from the jakes now, hope i don’t get cuffed now (cuffed now)
look at me standind on my own, uh
your mans is my clone now

[bridge: damianwrld]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
then i told her to

[chorus: yng vant]
told that b+tch to wait up, i can’t wait up (no)
you know me, yeah i’m tryna stack my paper (hey)
you know me, i cannot worry ’bout a hater (no)
yeah you know i’m ballin’ like the f+cking lakers (ball)
she want me to come date her, i can’t date her (no)
b+tch i’m future’s son, yeah i’m a player (yeah)
yeah i’m way too faded, yeah you know i’m way up (way)
i can never love a b+tch and i can’t chase her
[outro: yng vant]
won’t chase her
run passed her
baby you on your knees but you ain’t praying like a pastor



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