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letra de wave time 2 (feat. chip & nafe smallz) - mastermind

death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon’ creep up
i lost my n-gga, since then i ain’t been sleep much
but if i hear you got that belly, you get eat up

and tell my lil’ n-gga, “i ain’t no preacher”
but f-ck these b-tches, get this money, don’t please her
i’m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
and free my n-ggas that all of the police took
i’m smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

i had to put them on a wave time
ozone sp-ce time
six figure n-gga, chain on me when i stage dive (ooh)
i stay running up these cheques on my day grind
and i’m never switching up sides, i’m with the same slides
i’m with the k9’s, we ain’t on no playtime
shopping with my son, i gotta keep it on my waistline
beat it, i never eat it, if she ate mine
deep sh-t but they don’t deep it until the drapes fly
[?] sh-t, i put my heart and soul into it baby
progress, i trust the process, where it gon’ take me
no stress, i went from homeless to gettin’ paid g
(out) outside we did the frontline when sh-t’s crazy
anyone that hurt, anybody [?] made me
life in these streets, it can turn a boy brazy (yeah)
she sent me nudes like she working for page 3

i get this cake like my first name paigey (lets go)

death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon’ creep up
i lost my n-gga, since then i ain’t been sleep much
but if i hear you got that belly, you get eat up
and tell my lil’ n-gga, “i ain’t no preacher”
but f-ck these b-tches, get this money, don’t please her
i’m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

and free my n-ggas that all of the police took
i’m smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

death round the corner, you don’t know when it gon’ creep up
that’s why my n-ggas toasting every time we meet up
man i been rapping so long, should put my feet up
but would the game be the same without me? huh (me, huh)
manny gal love my accent and i love hers (love hers)
she just want a london boy on top of covers (covers)
told shawty we can-,we can’t be lovers (lovers)
tryna beat, gimme brain, i got no rubbers
flavours, you don’t know ’bout grub my g
that’s not cali, you got bumped my g
weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, i’m lit bro
hayfever alone k!lls my nose, i don’t sniff c0ke
no sike, chippy grew up in a tough hood

so every time i hear “die young”, i touch wood
more money, more gyal, more p’s [?]
might get a m-ssage in my sheets tonight

- mastermind

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