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letra de w.y.a.s.a.t pt2. - deo c.

[verse 1 _ deo c.]

can’t have dudes in ya crib
no new friends round ya kids
you use to talk to my mans
no time on ya hands
i seem a little too nice
you gotta focus on christ
your kinda in to the rough stuff
and facial hair is a must huh
you not sure what you want
you have a hard time being blunt
all your other friends single
oh you just want to chill and just mingle
you say the timing isnt best
or you still caught up on ya ex
you say ur heart hasn’t healed
so you just wanna play the field
well shyt baby

[bridge]

why you ain’t say all that
why you ain’t say all that
why you ain’t say all that

[verse 2]

one question
why you ain’t just say all that
listen…im a man
i just might…understand
but i see that you playin
and crossed lines like its knitted
you tryna string me along
so you can hang me with
if you want out then say please
dont cook up no fake beef
this not my first time
im seasoned when bae leaves
it made me.. a grimey dude
you a chicken… i got brocoli…
chinese food
i spent bread… i got brain..
ivy schools
thinking you would be the one
to fill them wifey shoes
but i… see now the fits a lil larger
and actually ya issues with ya father
we won’t go farther
and i ain’t even bent outta shape
cuz being well rounded made me sharper
goodbye

- deo c

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