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letra de wassam - bak jay

[intro – waka flocka flame]
d-mn, waka, wh-why you mad? (i love you, zahvoni)
they took my momma credit but you know i got ’em back
i realised then, they ain’t got no loyalty
(hawky, ha, ha, ha) they all about themself so they all ’bout the royalty (icyboii)

[chorus – bak jay]
aye, what’s good, what’s up? wassam? (wassam)
if it ain’t pressure, get to movin’ around (movin’ around)
remember the day my dawg lost his dawg?
gave him a reason to go lay something down (lay something down)

[bridge]
(aye, aye, aye, gave him a reason to go, brr, brr)

[chorus – bak jay]
what’s good, what’s up? wassam? (wassam)
if it ain’t pressure, get to movin’ around (movin’ around)
remember the day my dawg lost his dawg?
gave him a reason to go lay something down (lay some-, ah)
i told the b-tch i just want the drawls
get the drop and the drawls in the back of the lam’ (the lam)
i was duckin’ from twelve and i’m losin’ ’em now
gotta play sh-t cool, they want me in that jam (play sh-t cool)

[verse – bak jay]
but please don’t think sh-t sweet though (sh-t sweet)
bust me in the block with a drac’ then reload it
ain’t gotta tell her she bad ’cause she know it
whole lotta paper and cash, i be on it
spent like a hundred thousand on my wrist
too much and i still can’t tell the time (can’t tell the time)
i told her look me in my eyes and tell the truth
man, this b-tch still lied
told you n-ggas that i was gon’ be somethin’
me and c used to ride in that nissan (ride in that nissan)
so many hoes comin’ in and out
still tell a b-tch that ain’t me, son (they’re fine)
still free slim, these laws be gay
said i’m him, he mad he ain’t (he ain’t)
tell him pop out my side with a yay (my side)
fest y’all get to clutchin’ if you make a face
got my own flow, got my own wave (bow, bow)
burnin’ them g-nikes white like cocaine (bow, bow)
i give her everything, act like i don’t know
you dumb as h-ll if you think i ain’t on game (no game)
[bridge – bak jay]
y-y-you dumb as h-ll, must think i’m slow
only time i move slow is when it’s drank up in my body
i just spilled some lean on these amiri jeans, wasted exotic

[verse – bak jay]
i be gettin’ mad when she tell me to wait
i want some ass, but she sayin’ it’s late
buck keep a mask, he ain’t showin’ his face
we gon’ run the whole field and get back to the base

[verse – nle choppa]
wassam, what with it? what’s crackin’?
i’m clutchin’ on somethin’ that’ll clear out traffic (clear)
if you don’t use your brain, we sn-tch it
put belt to ya ass like i’m your daddy
i’m in the hole, not a breakin’, my n-gga
g-lock like a ass, he’ll clap at ya, n-gga
cut like a pedo, he tap at yo’ n-gga
walk down every day, we be lappin’ ’em, n-gga (yeah)
sippin’ on syrup, i slur my words
lebron on the curb, won’t speak on the dirt
give ’em a he-rs-, i know that they heard
i left him with birds, now he on the shirt (he on-)
k!ll ’em on screen, i’m comin’ like kc (yeah)
patch a glock like cp3 (cp3)
your n-gga locked up, he went on pc (pc)
lil’ bro get him touched for a chichi (f-ck chichi)
shooters and robbers, snakes and piranhas (huh)
put this sh-t on, get fresh and then gun ’em (yeah)
i’m known to kick a b-tch out like a punter (like, what?)
we get ’em whacked if you play both sides
these opp n-ggas comin’ like travis hunter (yeah)
f-ck all the opps, give me a condom (condom)
bet that i stunt over him, he a under (frr)
i be dishonest to the you honor (frr)
(frr) gettin’ more bucks than giannis
(frr) get in that jam, just keep it one hundred
(frr) i got my nut, now she tryna get her nut
(frr) what’s the night, just got k!lled by a sentry cell
[chorus – bak jay]
what’s good, what’s up?, wassam? (wassam)
if it ain’t pressure, get to movin’ around (movin’ around)
remember the day my dawg lost his dawg?
gave him a reason to go lay something down (aye, aye, aye)
i told the b-tch i just want the drawls
get the drop and the drawls in the back of the lam’ (back of the lam’)
i was duckin’ from twelve and i’m losin’ ’em now
gotta play sh-t cool, they want me in that jam

[outro – bak jay]
only time i move slow is when it’s drank up in my body
i just spilled some lean on these amiri jeans, wasted exotic
i just spilled some lean on these amiri jeans, wasted exotic

- bak jay

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