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letra de who dey been waitin fo - ghetto baby boom

[intro]
who they been waitin’ for
free them robbers (who they been waitin’ for)
free them robbers (who they been waitin’ for)
b-tch, free them robbers (don’t worry ’bout it what they waitin’ for)
b-tch free them robbers (don’t worry ’bout it what they waitin’ for)

[verse]
they say, “boom, we been waitin’,” you know i’m comin’ (yeah)
don’t give a f-ck who n-ggas is, you know i’m up and runnin’ (all gas, no brakes)
a n-gga play with mines, i’m bombin’ (yeah)
don’t give a f-ck who n-ggas is, b-tch, i come drop a hundred
that sh-t you rappin’ in them songs, hmm (huh? don’t worry ’bout it)
you know you don’t live that sh-t for real, but get your rappin’ on (lame-ass n-gga)
the sh-t i rap about, my boys can’t even hear this (i’m tellin’ you)
f-ck around and be on level five soon as they hear this (i’m tellin’ you)
n-gga, free them robbers (yop), b-tch, free top shotta (whoop)
pull up on a n-gga broad day, don’t worry ’bout it (ooh)
a lot of n-ggas say thеy gon’ k!ll me, yeah, i doubt it (hah)
oh, you ain’t heard .223s go through housеs? (huh?)
oh, you ain’t heard d-ck suckin’ get you outted? (huh?)
that’s like sayin’ you ain’t know ten hundreds was a thousand (dumb-ass)
that’s like sayin’ you ain’t know your b-tch was a d-ck sucker
posted that b-tch all on the ‘gram and we done been f-cked her (is you r-t-rded?)
told my n-gga joc about the b-tch and he done been stuffed her
lame-ass n-ggas ridin’ with straps ain’t ’bout to hit nothin’
b-tch, i’m out here every day (i’m tellin’ you), fully loaded too (i’m tellin’ you)
boy, don’t even play with me (i’m tellin’ you), if you ain’t bulletproof (it ain’t even gon’ work)
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas, they be out here scared like they b-tches (yup)
once you in that water, ain’t no turnin’ back, boy, you in it (you all in, man)
once we catch you out in traffic, best believe, boy, you finished (yup)
long live my babies, ain’t sh-t change, i know you still winnin’ (yeah)
i don’t see sh-t if it ain’t blue hundreds, lil’ n-gga (nope)
i don’t hear sh-t if it ain’t ’bout money, lil’ n-gga (huh?)
your b-tch pick up all my juggs, that’s my lil’ whoop (lil’ boo thang)
we got blow, we got girl, we got ‘bows too (huh?)
they say, “boy, you know you gifted,” yeah, i feel it
we in the trenches every day with the k!llers
and a bunch of n-ggas tryna scam sh-t and rob n-ggas (yeah)
wake up every day, get to it, ain’t no nine-to-five (nope)
that b-tch left me, i got right, she tryna turn around (you see it)
mama on my ass ’cause i won’t put that burner down
i wish i would let a n-gga put me underground (i can’t do it)
who they been waitin’ for (don’t worry ’bout it)
they been askin’ who they been waitin’ for (free the robbers, don’t worry ’bout it)
[outro]
(lil ron on the track, boy)

- ghetto baby boom

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