Derek Wise - AWKWARD | Текст песни

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• Derek Wise
• AWKWARD

Forever slutty kama sutra crosswords
Forever fuck’em coma till they lost words
God damn I wish the nigga would just talk first
Silence lil niggas like they awkward
Downtown I be livin' in a new loft
20 ft ceilings just because I never had a pops
22 I gotta sit pretty in that porshe box
Drive by enemies tell’em that I won't stop
(Shit, shit) Imagine how they'll feelin'
Rather get this houla give a fuck bout how they feelin'
Me and two niggas dreads swingin' make a killin'
You would think its Chiraqgang of wolves ice grillin' like
(ahhhhhhhhhhh…)
Put your hands to the ceiling
Used to be a fan
But this rappers a villain
Credit card scams
Made him rich without stealing
Get a quarter milly
No labels & dealings
(Fuck em all)
Couple commas put your friends on
Niggas stay fronting need a bitch
To pretend on
Wanna, wanna cop what I spend on
Rather keep it hunnid
Like the niggas in my friendzone

[Verse 2]
Clappin' a round
Ride through the city
Like what's happenin' now
Break down fortress
Run up in the crib taking everything gorgeous
Nigerians an fraud
Voodoo got my niggas beating all of the charge
All of em Gods
All you see's the black
That’s all of the cars
R letter cars
Pretty sitting bitches
Thats all of our broads
Pull up to the spot (x2)
And all of them pause

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