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letra de waymo - bigbabygucci

[intro]
oh, sh-t, oh
uh, oh, oh-oh

[verse]
f-ck the fun, if my mind can’t stay in tact
f-ck these hoes and do some drugs, f-ck that, i’m gon’ get these racks
almost wrote yo’ name in blood
broke her heart, now she f-ck studs
i’m sendin’ signals from above
laugh at them outside the club
you can’t even get in ’cause your aura broke
i’m all alone, these hoes is pretty, but they boring, though
it’s crazy ’cause these b-tches lost, but they still goin’. though
don’t even know where the f-ck they goin’, they goin’, though
and i just cashed out on a chevy, f-ck that foreign, bro
blew a box like peewee long
blew a street-high with no dose
pj jet, can’t see my folks
freaky b-tch talkin’ through yo’ phone
one-percent, you can’t see my phone
ten-percent, you can’t see my face
it’s a satellite, the feds still can’t trace
at first, i’m a nice guy when you get to me
you got one try ’til your head gone and your shoulders right where your knees be
i got b-tches really wanna please me
i got benjy’s and i got some vv’s
got some choppers shootin’, make him z-z
then we flyin’ off and to the next beach, to the next week
steak and eggs all summer
bottles on the ground, did i make mistakes last night, do i gotta wonder?
fire sh-t but i ain’t selling lumber
suicide, your diamonds cuttin’ corners
how i f-ck but i ain’t get her number?
i was tryna find me a runner
ecstasy and perc’ inside the blunt-a
thick as f-ck but i still use a condom
it get colder, turn into iguanas
i’m just tryna make the money funnel
swear they always warned you to be humble
i get from the block, i’m out in london
spend five-hundred, i was on a luncheon
what i got, i gotta pray for
when i want that sh-t, i go and take four
[?]
told her suck me up inside this waymo
way gone, way, way gone
from the lil’ boy to eastern runaway
everywhere, man, i couldn’t go
used to tell me that i couldn’t say, “f-ck ’em all”
why they hit my phone? i brush ’em off
might put ’em on, just to cut ’em off
you ain’t got it, don’t ask what it cost
really got to want your chance to ball
’cause you’re not like this
i ain’t gotta write this sh-t
i just gotta right my wrongs
and i ain’t even did that yet, ha-ha
[outro]
now that’s some sh-t, twin
pass me that lighter
we smokin’ through the pain

- bigbabygucci

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