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letra de wait - tata

[intro]
wait
wait
wait

[verse 1: kyle richh]
glah and you can get hit, d-mn, show no remorse with the stick
like, d-mn, told bro, he on the top
stay true to yourself ’cause these n-ggas gon’ watch
big knoggy, don’t do the boxin’
my b-tch a baddie, she like bein’ toxic
d-mn, in a room full of hate and i’m boxed in
he think he let 4-1, b-tch, drop him
can’t toss that knock, been popped it
gun in my draws, it can’t fit in my pocket
can’t toss that knock, been popped it
gun in my draws, it can’t fit in my pocket
he tried to swim, he got left with his noggin’
he ain’t official, he hate from a distance
like, he get hit if he slippin’
beam on the gun, how the f-ck could i miss him?
[chorus: jenn carter]
like, what? how you say you my homiе (goddam)
run down, dump that ooter (goddam)
and that boy is a kid, i’m a tutor
hit him in the back and he turn to a boogеr
and i’m clutchin’ my ruger, look
n-ggas be shootin’ like shaq on a free throw (like, dam)
he got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (glah-glah)
we don’t speak on no, long as we know

[verse 3: tata]
and we steppin’ on any occasion, everything deady, n-gga, i’m not playin’ (glah)
i’ma go kuu like i’m super saiyan and i throw up the 4, n-ggas know that i’m dangerous
whatever they throw up, i drop that sh-t, opp b-tch, smack that b-tch
knocker on me, movin’ like a visit, if he talkin’ on the gang, jenny, clap that b-tch
up the knocker, aim it at his mind, if i reach for my pants, on bro, i’m not bluffin’
n-ggas talkin’, they know nothin’, if i don’t got it on me, i’ma punch him
like, captain, i’m the cruiser, like goose, got these n-ggas duckin’
everything dead, when they see me, they runnin’, i walk in the spot and got them b-tches blushin’

[verse 4: jenn carter]
glah, said i told her to wait, no you cannot eat none the food on my plate
said you n-ggas is fake, phonie, don’t need a army, i spin on my doley
in the sky like a hawk, tony, kr the g, he gon’ hop out the stoley
she gon’ ride it like she on a pony, n-ggas is dissin’, but they do not know me
[chorus: jenn carter]
like, what? how you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (goddam)
and that boy is a kid, i’m a tutor, hit in the back and he turn to a booger
and i’m clutchin’ my ruger, look, n-ggas be shootin’ like shaq on a free throw
he got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (glah-glah), we don’t speak on no sh-t long, as we know (what?)
like, what? how you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (goddam)
and that boy is a kid, i’m a tutor, hit in the back and he turn to a booger (like, what?)
and i’m clutchin’ my ruger, look, n-ggas be shootin’ like shaq on a free throw (like, d-mn)
he got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (glah-glah), we don’t speak on no sh-t, long as we know (what?)

- tata

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