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letra de wafi - blo & enphamus

[intro]
(dollaz cooked this sh-t up)

[chorus: blo]
first day out, i’m goin’ to wafi
tired of the jail food, i don’t even want no more takis, it’s time to sit down, eat hibachi
we gon’ rob him as soon as he pop it, i got a few youngins and they pocket watchin’
i don’t care ’bout the time, we don’t even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
rolex oyster perpetual
i f-cked her, i’m onto the next one
quick to sneeze, i just had to bless ’em
high-speed, i f-cked ’round and left ’em
i went right, i don’t f-ck with the left one
bta, we just puttin’ sh-t to bеlt, uh
i got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
we gеt out, we gon’ run up them bails bond

[verse 1: blo]
i know he locked up and thinkin’ it’s over, i just pray to god he don’t tell nothin’
i don’t call it trickin’, that sh-t was some light sh-t, i really just got the ho’s nails done
bro gave me some bags, but i’m known for strikin’, he didn’t even think i could sell nothin’
my partner be swipin’, he wipin’ sh-t down, last month, he went on a zelle run
this month, he on to chase
they need to pop it for my striker, went on over ten high-speed chase
she don’t never get her makeup done, but she let me beat her face
i told bro he better not tell, i know he can beat his case
i know he can get away
f-ck the judge, f-ck the system
i don’t care about them b-tches bein’ blood, i’m tryna f-ck twin sisters
they won’t give lil’ jax a bond, f-ck dekalb, free my n-gga
i can go viral at any moment, all i gotta do is post a triller
all i gotta do is post a picture
he’s a ho, but you post him like a k!ller
hate that groupie sh-t, this on god, i don’t know that n-gga
n-gga said i wouldn’t go up, f-ck ’round, blew up, had to show a n-gga
shootin’ dice middle of the hood, n-gga, i cr-p out, watch me four a n-gga
shootin’ dice middle of the hood
i don’t need security, i’m good
car, but the trunk in the hood
this not a carbon, it’s draco, it’s wood
this not a carbon, i’m ridin’ with a draco
young n-ggas ’round me, they do what i say so
i don’t eat candy, just lean and faygo
me and lil’ iggy was just ridin’ through clayco
me and iggy
i can’t forget about bae, was just ridin’ with bl!cky
i got bros on the waist, but i’m still ridin’ with dilly
and i give game like gillie
these n-ggas flutes, they’ll sell out, they’ll blow the game like philly
[chorus: blo]
first day out, i’m goin’ to wafi
tired of the jail food, i don’t even want no more takis, it’s time to sit down, eat hibachi
we gon’ rob him as soon as he pop it, i got a few youngins and they pocket watchin’
i don’t care ’bout the time, we don’t even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
rolex oyster perpetual
i f-cked her, i’m onto the next one
quick to sneeze, i just had to bless ’em
high-speed, i f-cked ’round and left ’em
i went right, i don’t f-ck with the left one
bta, we just puttin’ sh-t to belt, uh
i got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
we get out, we gon’ run up them bails bond

[verse 2: enphamus]
b-tch, i’m blazin’, ain’t stuntin’ your tampon (blatt)
when you ’round me, no wearin’ no airpod (uh)
i just got a new drop we can camp on (camp on)
i ain’t goin’, it’s gon’ be a standoff (bah)
‘nother b-tch i done tatted my stamp on (tatted)
oh, he fumbled, he f-cked up the handoff (hut)
b-tch gon’ ask me why i got a samsung (bling)
mind your business, lil’ ho, take your pants off (strip)
wagon m4, hop out this b-tch too geeked (vroom)
send a hit while i’m listenin’ to toosii (tellin’ you)
twenty-five, f-ck her friend, i go two seats (porsche)
you can’t come to my house, i ain’t boosie (b-tch)
you can’t come in the spot, i ain’t rick ross (huh)
drop wet like i’m throwin’ a car show (bling)
tired of drivin’ myself, i’m a big boss (skrrt)
got a driver, i had let the car go (i’m tellin’ you)
i’m not hannah montana, this my life (b-tch)
white ho tat my name on her b00by (name)
first day in the county, i got knifed (stabbed)
i got cameras, i’ll k!ll an intruder
she a seven, i take her to starlite (hmm)
she ain’t the type i’d take to no movie
if you owe me, i need that sh-t by night (night)
or your ass in a blender, no smoothie
i went back to the e with a zpap
come back to the south with a micro (drac’)
with them strikers, f-ck ’round get your car jacked (hmm)
i’m the one he can call on like geico (insurance)
when i say, b-tch, i’m him, b-tch, i mean that (mean that)
f-ck n-gga, it wasn’t no typo (b-tch)
in a honda 2000, i’m laid back (skrrt)
with a strap in my lap like a dyk- ho (i’m tellin’ you)

- blo enphamus

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