yung drec - waiguru lyrics
intro:
son of a beat!
waiguru-3
uh, king elf on this
waiguru-3
twin castle!
verse 1 [king elf]
i be blowin with my n-ggas
they the dope boys in this city
if yo girl is called waiguru
then be sure she gon be with me
we trippin on the reefer
coz twin castle run this city
amma live yo girl amazed
coz i be stuntin likie houdini
napita na brush man
you n-ggas ain got sh-t
i dab in her dm
she pull in a bm
she call me the cm
i know imma get ‘em
coz she gonna bring ‘em
break the rules like el chapo
take off my d-ck n i p-ss on you n-ggas
get em girls alejandro
i got a tip from my mexican n-ggas
we turnt up in the traphouse
em n-ggas bout to get blown out
these ladies better get dressed down
coz sh-t about to get real now
rollin joints with em taylors
been sippin o.j all day long
been counting paper in free flow
you better cashout em greens tho
they follow we lead
twin castle complete
we rolling the weed
we running the biz
droppin the bars
we lighting the booth
just come to my town
n see how we live
run to the club
the drinks on me
you think we are done
we order some more
n-gga dont u know its s.o.b
thats just how we live
[hook]
b-tch, i got your money
(am talkin cash n-gga, racks n-gga)
(waiguru -3)
i say b-tch, i got your money
(waiguru -3)
i say
b-tch, i got your money
(am talkin cash n-gga, racks n-gga)
(waiguru -3)
it got me laughing to the bank like its funny
(waiguru -3)
verse 2 [adrian loci]
yea
walk up in this b-tch
and tell them woe now
get faded with ma n-ggas
as before now
i just took the floor dont
know what n-ggas walking on
we be all in g-town
shoutout to the neighbors on
i got what she want
ain’t gon’ f-ck with you
your type i seen it all too much
young gunner watch me pick a
kingdom bring it down to dust
i did it once, twice is only better
when you got it n-gga
i can go within but not without it n-gga
we scratch the ground for money
all we got was the chicken nails
momma saw my struggle
she okay son i wish you well
i’m off the block
you can watch me yoko ono
she throw that -ss back
oh my god i got a nunu
b-tch my money long
i can’t get no measurements
i told my nina
(bands to make her dance) keysha er
i never told them i was leaving
i just drove away
if they trippin im a phone call away
[hook]
verse 3 [yung drec]
i say a prayer ‘fore i
eat my cake – rosaries
chasin this paper
we breaking into your treasuries
i ain’t even started
am just flexin on these calories
so call the mayor tell him
imma need more casualties
hail mary on my neck
man all i do is p.u.s.h
smoke green now these feds
wanna blow my kush
and i be rockin all kenyan
i ain’t with that gucci
these rappers beefin
get the napkin imma order sushi
there i go, thats me stuntin
on some new ish
i got the gift to make this triple
like am jewish
ace sarkcess and blow my hood
like am the new guy
b-tch i was born of these kenyattas – muigai
the way am cakin, i should open up a bakery
no fakery, am rollin papers like am steady taylorin’
now everytime they see me, hi guru
i be seated on these money, waiguru
[hook]
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