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letra de the midnight wave - westy yaun king

[verse]
back in the game with my big & lil bros , bro i…
started seeing myself on the tv
and my n-ggas treat me like a midnight wave bro i’m…
feeling strong and feeling positive yea
m.u.s.i.c that’s what i live for
always working like the police on the uniform
midnight wave…young n-gga slave
always thinking louder
man i’m thinking louder
couldn’t even speak to the girl i like
i see things i always had to fight my dеmons
i tried to pray bro i
i see everybody trеating me like a prey
but let me go on i got nothing to lose

[chorus-westy yaun king]
i was dying for the eat, now i’m up for the win
a young n-gga dream not crying for the weed
we fisting on some n-ggas
gotta take care of my brothers
i dropped like a shooting star
they hate me like i’m lucifer
[verse-gunna]
bring out them racks, i’ma bet it (bet it)
still shootin’ dice at the palace (palace)
all kind of coupes, come with gadgets (yeah, yeah)
young gunna, he still livin’ lavish (young gunna)
i treat these lil’ hoes like some maggots (some maggots)
they stick to the king like a magnet (a magnet)
and suck up on me, call me daddy (call me daddy)
slept first, i’ll never forget it (they slept first)
you prolly didn’t know she was with it (with it)
now she drip from her mouth to the titties (drippin’)
had to move, ’cause she f-cked the whole city (f-cked the whole city)
designer, that sh-t gon’ be litty (litty)
you a hater, why won’t you admit it? (why you won’t you admit it?)
i mix pleasure with personal business (business)
want a verse, it’s gon’ cost you some benjis (benjis, racks)
i put them hoes in jimmy (hoes in jimmy)
they tryna mow the millions (mow, mow)
my og was old and stingy (ah)
young n-gga, i had to go get it (uh, i had to go get it)
they wouldn’t let me hold the fifty (nah)
the clip put a hole in your kidney (hole)
she play with her nose, look like whitney (uh)
and she hopeful for more than a penny (penny)
d-mn
[chorus-westy yaun king]
i was dying for the eat, now i’m up for the win
a young n-gga dream not crying for the weed
we fisting on some n-ggas
gotta take care of my brothers
i dropped like a shooting star
they hate me like i’m lucifer

- westy yaun king

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