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letra de wayward - banzel

(verse)
don’t squeeze’ on the motherf-ckin’ brakes (b-tch)
it’s felix to the motherf-ckin’ gaits (sh-t)
spitting some, spitting some more (war)
know i double up wit the eights
water flows, stay glistening
buss the game wit’ my vision
buss the game wit’ my mission
stay wishin’, oi listen!
yeah, it’s that time again
it’s all mine again, yeah i’m live again
uh, get to the pen, get to it then
keep it 110, i’m a 10 wit’ a yen
wise wit’ the zen, on road wit the skeng
go wit’ the flow, man it’s easy
when i deliver they shivеr
punch your liver like liquor
certifiеd, keep it greazy (easy)
do it for the fans cuh they need me
yeah, easy, just breath me
but not too much, i hate needy
paint a picture, draw gyally
yeah i’m poppin’ like a 45 strally
in disguise, black bally on… as im
yachtin’ on the beat, by the valley (yeah)
spit’ dem’ bullets from my four clip
come equipped with that cold sh-t
that new, new, not that old sh-t
that twenty-two times four sh-t
yeah it’s banz, banzino
bring the hot temp like it’s reno
glow up & show up & gleam
destined to blow, f-ck you mean (yeah)
turn my dreams to a scene
it’s not i man, man it’s we, see
yeah on the gram, she been a fan
yeah, i’m the one they all see
but i’m the one they can’t be (no!)
stay assigned to mine like station
one step, gotta keep up
eyes on the prize
twenty-four seven, three sixty five (yeah)
money on my mind on this ride, we call life (true)
f-ck it, we might lie, but don’t give a f-ck, we all try
at the end of the day, we all die
true this, try figure n-gga
can i live? word to jigga
meditated like a buddhist
who this? banz h-e, that’s who b-tch!
why you acting all clueless
don’t bite more than you can chew trick
felix gaits, i’m the shadow-child
the underworld, man i rule this, yeah!
f-ck em all, yeah we do this (do this)
f-ck em all, yeah we do this (uh)
f-ck em all, yeah we do this (do this)
f-ck em all, yeah we do this (uh)
watching out for intruders
no heart but ain’t judas
she wanna f-ck, but no f-cks
she bell my line, but no luck
(refrain)
why i make her wet, no hose
no dinner, no rose
wonder why, who knows
ask your girl, she knows
yeah, she all at my shows
don’t need that, got hoes
maybe coz i got flows
or maybe coz i got dough
young thug with the pose
cool & calm & it shows
f-ck her down to her toes
hit the spots, make her froze
f-ck her right then she doze
f-ck her right then she doze x2

(outro)
might be that, who knows, who knows…
uh, might be that, she knows…

- banzel

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