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letra de wya (remix) - wifisfuneral

[intro]
aye, yuh, yuh
i just called you on ya
i just called you on ya cellphone
i just called you on ya cellphone, aye
yuh, aye

[hook]
i just called up on your cellphone, aye
i just checked up on your location then i saw you wasn’t home, aye
now i’m running out of breath just to make it home, aye
now i’m running out of breath just to-
i’m steady calling to your cellphone
asking “where you at?”, aye
girl you know i hate it when you leave, bring it back
pray, i hope you bring your cellphone
keep and play it fair, aye
girl you know i hate it when you leave, bring it back

[verse 1 – wifisfuneral]
aye, okay
see my life just an illusion
what we doing? what’s the motive?
i just spent too many godd-mn bands in my pants
can’t control me, now you know me
girl i’m going somewhere that you never knowin’
hold it slowly, ay d-mn
i’m the man in my city, baby girl
yeah, you know me, went from 30 people shows
out the nation wide tourin’
been like all around the globe
all these hoes say they adore me but
i had to bring it back, where’s it at? yeah, it’s that
i probably had to relapse off the flat
it was that, now i’m off it like no other
motherf-ck em’ if they hating on my squad
d-mn, they broke we flexin’ hundreds
i just pulled up in that ghost, with the most
on that f-ck sh-t, what’s up sh-t
i’m all up in the function, what’s up sh-t
now you hit my line as if you mine
b-tch i’m dead -ss sh-t
never could i love you like no other
never love a b-tch
never could i love you like no other
never love a b-tch

[verse 2 – ugly god]
aye, girl, you know i hate it
when you leave, bring it back
i ain’t rich but i’m workin’ on it
tryna get to that
heard you want a athlete with a mansion
guess i’m wack
sh-t, i’m sorry i can’t dribble
catch a ball, or swing a bat
girl, i thought you was my baby
now i’m callin’, where ya at?
haven’t ate a thing lately
girl, i’m starvin’, where ya at?
now you got me goin’ crazy
i keep callin’, where ya at?
stupid b-tch when i find you
i’m gon’ up you with this gat
matter fact, f-ck it
i don’t give a f-ck any way
i see that you livin’ happy
so i’m happy that you straight
to be honest, b-tch, i get it
you ain’t love me any way
now i’m back at square one
my daddy told me play it safe
b-tch, you fake
now we barely even talk
you put my feelings in a vault
i’m comin’ clean, baby girl
just bein’ honest
truthfully, i really tried my best
but you packed your sh-t and left
d-mn, why the f-ck you break a pinky promise?
shoulda done me right
you know where we could be at
but you did it to yourself
and walked me over like a mat
since you ain’t been in the picture
sh-t, my pockets gettin’ fat
so when you doin’ down bad
i swear that i ain’t lookin’ back
and that’s a fact, aye

- wifisfuneral

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