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letra de weird flex iv - wack zack

[intro]
uh, b-tch
wack season 2
weird flex 4
uh
my mouth dry as f-ck
h-lla racks
h-lla racks, h-lla cheese
yuki made this sh-t too?
wack-

[verse]
lil b-tch, i make the block hot
lil b-tch, hop in the drop top
playing this sh-t like it’s hopscotch
claimin’ she vegan, but take the c-ck
all of my diamonds they wet you up
taking it back, you ain’t tough enough
i got the smoke and they cough it up
don’t even try if you f-ckin’ it up
gave me head like a coin, i might flip the b-tch
i told her she could use the stick and then she crashed the whip
all of my tracks, they hot as h-ll
gave more brain, than a b-tch at yale
pockets so green, they stuffed with kale
swipin’ a b-tch, not talkin’ zelle
30 racks up in my lap, i might just spend it all
’cause when they come for you, they f-ck around and take it all
yeah, but i don’t care what you’re saying
’cause my ice is cold as h-ll, it may have sank the titanic
pouring it up like a double cup
i need to level up, i need my bread crumbs
why you all dumb it down
i got a couple rounds, i get the bag and i turn around
yeah, got a waitress, l!ck the tip, tip, tip, tip
got her rollin’ off the rip, rip, rip, rip
pourtican girl with a good sense of humor
i be zoomin’ in that whip, i’m tryna do the maneuver
boy, this b-tch be takin’ l’s like the shape of a scooter
i ain’t simping on these women that be workin’ at hooters
bad b-tch with the clique, ’cause she slide up then we dip
but her body rockin’, beautiful, she look like an eclipse
got her rollin’ off the percocets, i’m smokin’, gettin’ lit
’cause my life is like a movie and we bringing extra clips (yeah)
different colored diamonds, count them m&m’s (yeah, yeah)
b-tch, better get your bread up, count them dividends (nah)
b-tch so big, can’t even back up to park the benz (oh no)
i’m tellin’ her bring the rubber, i’ma go chase the bands
ballin’ with a budget, i don’t care about that
pockets obese, but her ass so flat
came for the p-ssy, i don’t care about a cat
lost in my mind, i feel so trapped
all of my life, i’ve been livin’ it fast
never knowin’ when or where they at
never knowin’ when or where they at
leavin’ everything up in the past
i ain’t really up for talkin’, i don’t do conversations
but my bedroom is the stu’, i’m callin’ it a staycation
and i keep the mask on like i came from the jason’s
now my money stackin’ straight, all my bands are adjacent
wasn’t gonna do it then ’cause i was kind of hesitant
i be makin’ moves outside your f-ckin’ local residence
i don’t see you spittin’ bars, where the f-cks the evidence
weird flex 4 now in stores, it was evident

- wack zack

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