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letra de wake & bake then trip - a-game

[intro]
we run this city

[verse 1] (a-game)
wake and i bake then i trip on the weekend, you can find my -ss with the zoo crew geekin’
blaze on a pound, yeah the whole group’s cheefin’ making leaves change like the mothaf-cking seasons
b-tch got the green, lsd and some beans, f-ck with my team then you’re leaving deceased
i’m unleashing the beast on a beat with a sixteen – no shoelaces, but i’m still tripping
chilling with the zc, burning up bleezy’s rolling off three beans
this rockstar life, yeah we make it look easy we wake up, party party hard and then repeat
f-cking with me, see that is a big mistake, i’m gone of that lucy so you better not hate
just accept the fact that we’ll make a name and on every beat we decide it’s fate
(finish him!) you the rhino? i’m the poacher, still homicidal got my fire in the holster
light it i’m a smoker, ’bout to drop some tabs out the -ss, i’ll be riding on a wild roller coaster
i be spitting dopamine, f-ck with us cause we flow supreme
it’s a-game if you ain’t know it’s me, we dropping acid and smoking weed
i’m blowing trees, no hurricanes don’t blow my high, are you insane?
i got money on my mind like everyday, so let’s spend it all and celebrate
we wake and bake and then paper chase, get trippy mane, like juicy j
zc better know the name, we be spitting this sh-t with a flow like cocaine

[hook] (a-game)
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip – a-game

[verse 2] (bird)
wake and bake then trip, got a .45th in my grip
fooooo’ any mothaf-cka that snitch (rhino) you’ll get shot nine times like 50 cent
on my sh-t like i fell in it, with a bunch of bad b-tches that love to trip
what it do? you know me, my drugs’ll put down an elephant
i f-ck with molly every once in a while, i’m a wild child, don’t f-ck with me
smoke good weed with a bad b-tch, quit talking b-tch and p-ss it
rolling man, high as f-ck, this x pill won’t let me nut
get freaky baby like austin powers, i f-ck for hours then i take a shower
smoke purple flowers like cheech ‘n chong go hard mothaf-cka or go home
h-ll yeah, i’m drunk! how the f-ck am i getting home?
wake up, wake up and break up the bud, then i take 2 hits of acid
i sober up to get f-cked up, please don’t blow my high b-tch!
you can’t see my eyes, b-tch! all you see is eyelids
i’m so sick, strong drugs are my fix
30 hours rolling, tripping, and rolling
i’m in a lot of trouble if i ever get pulled over

[hook] (bird)
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip – bird

[verse 3] (emerse)
wake up with a script, shake-and-bake and then get ripped
i put a fake inside a crypt, i’m going nuts i’m bout to flip sh-t
on an acid trip, i’m k!lling my brain, feels like i might be a little insane
got lean in my cup and i’m calling it wayne, call me juicy j when i sniff that ‘caine
head in the guillotine, cut it off nice and clean, always gonna reign supreme, you will never be as mean
no i will never die, even from the meth eye, blast up another bowl just to f-cking get fried
spitting incredible, leaving you tongue tied, rip it for my crew so you better just say bye
slice you up quick if you try to defy, rip you to bits, you little f-cking wise guy
i am incredible, eating all these edibles, higher than a pedestal, you can say i’m credible
for k!lling all these rappers, causing great disasters, b-tch i told you one, i’m a sick little b-st-rd
hunting down the rhino to bend his -ss backwards, cut ’em in half, then i hit ’em with my blaster
i’m a use his head to mold in a plaster, take the other half and sell it to a pastor
they say i’m just like rittz, but a little bit faster this is what happens messing with the master
never be another one, only one to touch the sun, gonna take your life and i’m using my favorite gun
wanna see my knife? b-tch i wanna see you run, i’m tripping in the night and now i’m gonna have some fun
i wanna do it right, t.h.c. up in my lungs, now we’re taking flight, that’s how zc get’s it done

[hook] (emerse)
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip
wake & bake then trip, w-w-wake & bake then trip
w-w-wake & bake then trip, i-i-wake & bake then trip – emerse

[outro] (emerse)
little b-tch n-ggas, go home!

- a game

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