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letra de weed n tearz - wafflejax

[intro: wafflejax]
(who the f-ck’s thefactory?)
chaos go in this b-tch, here we go, yeah (yeah)
wafflejax, one-two, one-two (yeah-yeah)

[verse 1: wafflejax & lou from paradise]
yeah, somebody hit my head upside with a bat (yeah-yeah, yeah)
in second grade my rage would turn to an act (bah!)
this girl right next to me would bother me, i’m callin’ her fat (bah!)
by high school your old friends really become so divided
i was that f-cker everybody knew but no-one invited (facts)
so i was workin’ on myself with a lot of distractions (yeah)
division one, i was a prospect, i couldn’t imaginе (yeah)
wastin’ up all of this talent, hangin’ up my boots the еnd of senior year
finally started pickin’ up my pen, i’m really leadin’ here (haha)
weed and tears, two of my main components, feed you here (yeah)
listen dear, the f-ckery’s over, already been a year (yeah)
really tried to switch my gears, i take the breaks right out your car (skrt!)
i’m steerin’ right into the pier, off we go disappear (yeah)
my bond is my word, uh, b-tch i’m still a nerd, but- (yeah)
never underestimate, she love it when i murder her guts (uh)
gettin’ rearranged, she love it when i flirt (haha)
what’s best is when she silently slurpin’ on her dessert (ayy)
who f-ckin’ with me?
[verse 2: lou from paradise & wafflejax]
yeah, my bond is my word
still bumpin’ n.e.r.d, still f-ck what you heard
still f-cked up and absurd, still f-cked up when i swerve (skrt!)
swerve in your lane quick, she should’ve went to cambridge
she learned to give ’em brain quick (haha)
and i’m still up on that same sh-t, still put in pain for the gain quick (grrra)
yeah, it’s stray dogs, you know i never had a chain or a leash
b-tch, i’m off the leash, you just off the beat, p-ssy
in a hoodie, on my bully, like i beat p-ssies
look at the game and i see rookies that need noogies
i be wildin’, only silent when police lookin’
yeah, it’s scotty demon and i keep cookin’, b-tch ()
’cause i’m hotter than h-ll, b-tch, i’m a rebel, my soul not up for sale, yeah (facts)
they say they want smoke, that sh-t just got ’em an l
the realest ones i know are dead or rottin’ in jail, p-ssy (bah!)

[outro: wafflejax]
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (god d-mn)

- wafflejax

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