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letra de aye wait - larry june

[verse 1]
i remember n-ggas talkin’ down like
“he’ll never make it out da hood”
i’m never goin’ hollywood
but the rap game get it, understood
calculate my steps, discipline myself
achievin’ higher wealth
went through the pain, did it by myself
started in da bay
sent da b-tch to reno, then i k!lled vegas
look at all dese chains wrapped around my neck
but i’m not a slave
i’m a boss, i need my costs, i’m not a rap hoe
f-ck a show, i’m cattin’ off, ion wanna go

[bridge]
i need ten bands, twenty bands, thirty bands
i’m in a minivan on the interstate wit h-lla xan
you a house n-gga
the type of n-gga, that be pillow talkin’
i’m a whip-copper, designer-rocker, god d-mn
i’m the same n-gga, i’ll never change
f-ck fame
i got a $100k in my backpack, i’m on da martyr train
i gotta blend in, maneuver through da faith
had to elevate, condo out da way, had to play it safe
d-mn

[chorus]
wait, man, f-ck n-gga, b-tch
quit talkin’
punk hoe, f-ggot b-tch, (…) hoe, d-mn, sh-t
quit talkin’, and do somethin’
d-mn, aye, sh-t, and do somethin’
aye, and do somethin’

[verse 2]
loadin’ up da ammunition
everything i’m doin’, bruh, i manifested
i’m paranoid, i think they watchin’ me
grabbed da choppa out da kitchen
.40 on my waist
i’m at whole foods, i just did a plate
i move a lil’ different
i should do a documentary, my life is crazy
trappin’ off da iphone, turned dat b-tch into a (…) scale
presidential wit da face on it
i pray to god i don’t go back to jail
i’m a motherf-ckin’ legend, hoe
hit da road, i put ‘em in a mil
they swagga-jackin to dese b-tches – dey be cappin’
send da b-tch like ups package
ridin’ ‘round in my undo
‘cause da narks lookin’ for my black (…)
put a navigation on a pack
in case a n-gga bullsh-ttin’, light da ak
i’m a real n-gga, ion bite my tongue
wit no hesitation kick a b-tch out
she run back to you, you take da b-tch back
and den you kiss da b-tch wit da d-ck-mouth
took a big loss, but i bounced back
my connect hit me fo’ ‘bout five racks
then my (…) blue on my black beamer
you know they waxed a n-gga fo’ ‘bout ten racks
it cost to be da boss, n-gga, is you ready?
if you get some time, n-gga, is you tellin’?
take it like a man, if i die tonight
baby, would you care? help me understand

[chorus]
wait, man, f-ck n-gga, b-tch
quit talkin’
punk hoe, f-ggot b-tch, (…) hoe, d-mn, sh-t
quit talkin’, and do somethin’
d-mn, aye, sh-t, and do somethin’
and do somethin’

- larry june

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