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letra de janet! - ​wavehi

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[intro]
ayy, get it
long boy style
ay, ay, ay, ay

[chorus – wavehi]
go- go- go- go- goddammit
why it never happen with the way i wanna plan it?
can’t stand it, she just wanna drive, sing songs like janet

[verse 1 – wavehi]
see my bankroll and she panic
stars in my eyes make your girl turn manic
i be gettin’ fades like my name peyton manning
[?] coraline [?]
you know how it be, i’m on that head shot damage
finnessin’ all the opps, imma joc like a bandit
imma try to [?] a coup, young boy heavy handed
[?] too much cold cash, heavy handed
guess it’s all luxury how i run it and they buggin’ me
spell my name wrong and you get cut up like charcuterie
i’m a jackass, little b-tch, i’m a b-tterbean
think that you sl!ck but you know you ain’t juggin’ mе
she really only lovin’ on my guap, she ain’t lovin’ mе
i ain’t really steppin’ on a beat, imma let it be
yeah, i’m really peaceful ’till you try to come and f-ck with me
i don’t really like wearing suits, too [?]
nunchuck-a, backpack, gunna gunna
best i ever had, drizzy drake, i’ll stun her
i won’t pull my ass out the fit less 500
[?] like i run it
[chorus – wavehi]
go- go- go- go- goddammit
why it never happen with the way i wanna plan it?
can’t stand it, she just wanna drive, sing songs like janet
go- go- go- go- goddammit
why it never happen with the way i wanna plan it?
can’t stand it, she just wanna drive, sing songs like janet

[verse 2 – brokie]
issbrokie
imma hit it from the back, have her singin’ like janet
she a lil’ goth b-tch, always listenin’ to panic
i be chillin’ in the stu, makin’ hits, [?] damage
[?] stack, lil’ p-ssy better can it
and imma leave ’em with a bandage if he really wanna start sh-t
dark b-tch grabbin’ on my d-ck, boutta scarf it
that b-tch showin’ neck, now she want me to mark it
brokie too freaky, i might nut up in her armpit
d-mn b-tch, now i got cum on my carpet
now i’m chillin’ out with wavehi and you know we makin’ hard sh-t
now i’m runnin’ out of san fran, chillin’ on a bar, b-tch
we cannot f-ck wit’ your crew, you hangin’ wit’ a narc b-tch
karmamob sh-t, now we aimin’ for the stars
no- no- no b-tch, i am not a fibber
she be talkin’ bratty ’till i’m up inside her liver
got a holo tip hittin’ you from 20 feet away like a spitter
d- d- dying light sh-t, got a blade on my hip
got a k with a clip, ’bout as long as my d-ck
and it stay on my hip ‘cus i’m really that b-tch
she be f-ckin’ with the kid like her name was [?]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ god when it’s comin’ to this rap sh-t
keep on winnin’ like a motherf-ckin’ habit
b- b- bad lil’ b-tch wanna try on my jacket
she just wanna drive and sing songs like janet
[outro – brokie]
oi, janet, oh yeah baby

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