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letra de wait - flow (ym)

[hook]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m on my road to road to riches gotta stay up out my lane
i’m just f-cking all these b-tches, got me screaming free the gang
all these hoes grabbing on my d-ck, pullin’ on my chain
man sh-t ain’t never change still a motherf-ckin’ flame
wait, wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait

[verse 1: flow]
ok ok ok ok ok
show me where them freaks at
p-ss these pill i’ll make them eat
if you looking for lil’ flow just take a whiff on where that weed at
tryna book me for a show, let me know and i’ll tell fee dat
this that withdrawals watch me relapse b-tch i’m turnt up like a preamp
and my hair smell like shampoo, and my blunt smell like that truth
got that kick back on that yapper, please don’t come wit no kung fu
bout to go ménage à trois, tight flow up the moon i ruse
i go dumber than lil’ b, i’ll eat it up like wonton soup
man you know flow don’t love them hoes
f-ck that hoe than f-ck that hoe
fee dawg let me see the whip and i spilled drank all in the ghost
i was headed to my hood, drivin’ fast off paris road
getting head and closed my eyes and f-cked around and hit a hoe
i jumped in the back and started dressin’ the curtains
she jumped on my lap and started undressin’ and twerkin’
her boyfriend know that i’m the rapper he worship
flow, not that hoe off that progressive commercial
i jumped in the back and started dressin’ the curtains
she jumped on my lap and started undressin’ and twerkin’
her boyfriend know that i’m the rapper he worship
flow, not that hoe off that progressive commercial

[verse 2]
ok ok ok
ratchet hoes please keep yo hands off
b-tch i’m straight so keep yo pants on
b-tch you couldn’t get this d-ck if i was drunk and cut the lamps off
b-tch i’m bout to light this kush, shut the door and cut the fan off
bout to make my hood a landmark, if its war let’s have a standoff
and i’m kickin’ sh-t like combat boots, n-gga i’m that dude
take yo b-tch so quick and have a rondevu, and make her find my juice
and i spazzed on this track on an accident, and i’m back on them tabs again
and i heard it was off the shelf but somehow a n-gga still sippin’ actavis
got too much swag need an app for this
i ain’t no pimp but i’ll smack a b-tch
b-tches know the flamez in the building, if we ain’t on the list better check the list
got a condo with nothing but condoms in it, same place where the rhymes invented
and i bought a chrome .45 and its shiny n-gga
before i shoot i can blind a n-gga

[hook]
i’m on my road to road to riches gotta stay up out my lane
i’m just f-cking all these b-tches, got me screaming free the gang
all these hoes grabbing on my d-ck, pullin’ on my chain
man sh-t ain’t never change still a motherf-ckin’ flame
wait, wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait
hol’ up, hol’ up
wait, wait, wait

- flow ym

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