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letra de fist fight - wavy cee

[verse 1: wavy cee]
why that boy wanna fist fight
i’m the dude he tryna get like
i told his girl to get right
now she all over me like all night
she ate me like a big bite
she wanna smash i told her we just might
to see me hop out that cut
you gonna need a flash light, aye
heard on my dead friend, he dissing
don’t be surprised if he end up missing
found out he met the same
dead friend he was dissing
cut the snake head off
it can’t do no hissing
[chorus: wavy cee]
let’s take it back
to when i wrote my very first rhyme
for the very first time
on the very first line
i cannot trip over no hoe
she thought she was grown grown
that girl ate me like a snow cone
but i ain’t like her dome dome
had to send her home home

[verse 2: wavy cee]
that boy snitching
like his name was tekashi, aye
i’m in the stu cooking but this no hibachi, yuh
looking back
i wish some things would change
but looking forward i gotta make sure
things don’t remain the same
can’t go back to them days
where my pockets didn’t have no change
mama praying that if the opps pull up on me
that they got no range, aye
your in debt
don’t break a sweat
i ain’t finesse you yet
little teacher pet
keep it off the internet
wanna fight i say bet
but only if you let
throw up yo set
i take it as a threat
but yo girl is wet
but we just met
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[verse 3: vstl prada]
wet like the ocean
had me swimming in her sh-t (swimming)
rub me like the lotion
she be beating on my sh-t (beating)
pull up with my choppa
let it off and you get hit (you get hit)
stop with all that talking
cuz you know i f-cked yo b-tch
right jab, left jab, hit and upper cut
get yo girl to squirt
the way she swallowing my f-cking nut
whipping out my d-ck
and then she ride my like a rolley truck
talking rolls royce, that’s my choice
guess you out of luck (mhm)
n-gga’s acting fake
so i don’t fear em (i don’t fear em)
pour it on her cake
i’m talking syrup (talking syrup)
cruising in my wraith, so you won’t hearing
when they pull up on yo block and get it hot
and then i clear em, aye
cuz you too aggy, put yo ass to sleep
cuz they eyes is super saggy
i be dripping louis
all my clothes, they super raggedy
take yo hundred thousand
fix yo self because you tragedies
n-gga it’s a tragedy, talking all that sh-t
gon get you painted like a masterpiece
they goin see yo face up on the news
you died so tragically
hit you with a combo
now it’s time for the fatality
[chorus: wavy cee]
let’s take it back
to when i wrote my very first rhyme
for the very first time
on the very first line
i cannot trip over no hoe
she thought she was grown grown
that girl ate me like a snow cone
but i ain’t like her dome dome
had to send her home home (aye)

- wavy cee

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