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letra de the wave - yhung t.o.

[intro]
oh my god, i love this beat

[verse]
you know i keep that stick on me like it’s glued to my hip
this a two-door coupe, ain’t no roof on the whip
you know my n-gg-s really thuggin’, they rolled weed and bent
n-gg- dissin’ on the gang so them shots got sent
my n-gg-s bounce out, walk up and do they sh-t
n-gg-s flexin’ on the gram but can’t pay they rent
ain’t no sympathy for an opp, so i sent yo’ sis
big bullets in this chop that’ll flip yo’ whip
i got n-gg-s that just shoot and don’t move they lips
white sticks but the bust look like limo tint
and you ain’t f-ckin’ with no rookie ’cause i been on sh-t
girl, you f-ckin’ with a boss, i done been on skits (ayy)
big body k on that seat when i’m cruisin’
ridin’ through that v, catch an opp, i’ma use it
n-gg- hear a beat, hit the booth and abuse it
b-tch, this a masi, not a motherf-ckin’ buick
these ds vvs, not no motherf-ckin’ si
stick on my right with a loaf on my left side
n-gg-s always speakin’ on my name, never met up
up with this glock and shoot right at your letters
a lot of places to go, a lot of sh-t i ain’t seen
ain’t never leavin’ the hood, you n-gg-s stuck in the v
you n-gg-s broke as the f-ck, so why you worried ’bout me?
i got some hundreds to get, i got some hundreds to keep
i got some shooters on call and they shoot for the free
don’t know them n-gg-s at all, but they probably know me
i’m that n-gg-, i know, i’m just keepin’ it g
let me hit from the side, i’ll make kids on your feet
n-gg-s all think they tough, only when they deep
vvs in my mouth so this talk ain’t cheap
old broke–ss n-gg-s wanna hate on me
you in the whip with yo’ b-tch, i bet she slap s.o.b
i’m a young wild n-gg- and i put that on gang
i already got rich and i still want change
brody-bro hittin’ licks, tryna find another stay
you ain’t never smoke exotic ’cause you coppin’ from a lame
why you f-ckin’ with them lames? lemme put you on some game, b-tch
rich n-gg- hang with rich n-gg-s, you gon’ stay rich
broke n-gg- hang with broke n-gg-s, you gon’ stay broke
broad day, catch an opp, n-gg-, let that k blow
b-tch, keep f-ckin’ with stank b-tches and you gon’ stank
b-tch talk down on a real n-gg- and y’all both fake
b-tch, yo’ n-gg- got no rank, ain’t got no say
b-tch, you broke, y’all both broke, can’t fill yo’ tank
b-tch, get the f-ck up out my face with that other sh-t
b-tch, you don’t know me, so don’t call me by my government
b-tch, think i won’t? if you want, watch me up this b-tch
you know yo’ n-gg- an opp on some sucka sh-t
n-gg-s still ridin’, lemme show you what this wave like
k got kick, lemme show you what this spray like
n-gg-, free the b-tch, i can tell you was the save type
red on the bottom of the kicks look like brake lights
b-tch

[outro]
oh my god, i love this beat

- yhung t o

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