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letra de wave'em back - tlf gang

well i’m back, in the bed
gotta wake up in the morning
wake up in the morning
ain’t gotten over yawning
i couldn’t care less about ’em or their dirty laundry
i don’t want no d-mn, but they keep callin’ me
f-ck your fake flex
i ain’t even perplexed
i am being original
with milk and cornflakes
daily wake n bake
joy raised the f-cking stakes
i see one of my million uncles talkin’ ’bout my mistakes
i’ve got half of me ain’t simple, half ain’t that complex
i be wake up in the morning, bath, say my morning prayers
i be roll up all the papers, still sign blank paper cheques
still be putting on a levi’s and spend a 190 days
wrecked down studio
f-cked up audio
we be clueless
me n kay d dunking oreo
i see wack tracks, doin lakhs, and it’s horrible
fake flex, shenanigans, still ain’t sorry tho

smoking cracks, still wake up in the morning
spitting facts, but i am still learning
adiós, we know they ain’t coming back
so wave em back wave em back wave em back

i’m runnin’ this rap cartel like i’m pablo
devil by my side and i feel like el diablo
cold from inside, bought a sweater, monte carlo
the way i got it poppin’, they’d be callin’ me jack harlow
me and dikks starring in this sh-t like it is a movie
straight to the league and play with no rookies
sn-tchin’ your b-tch and she is a groupie
she tellin’ me that my songs are groovy
she got that ego and she is so moody
all of these people who’s now surrounding me
i know that they’re fakin’, they act like they knew me, yeah
rappin’ on beats and gettin’ them cash
u don’t have a deal then i let it pass
i came a long way and i ain’t goin’ back
gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
better keep grindin’, no time to relax
keep off the stress so i’m smokin’ that gas
turn this sh-t up and i’m breakin’ the glass
hopped in my coupe then i’m hittin’ the dash, yeah

don’t blame it on us if we’re stealin’ your show
you don’t even know that your girl is a ho
we’d be makin’ hits and these b-tches want some more
it’s me and dikks cookin’, gotta put it on a stove
smoking cracks, still wake up in the morning
spitting facts, but i am still learning
adiós, we know they ain’t coming back
so wave em back wave em back wave em back

- tlf gang

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