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banzel - wayward lyrics
(verse)
don’t squeeze’ on the motherf_ckin’ brakes (b_tch)
it’s felix to the motherf_ckin’ gaits (sh_t)
spitting some, spitting some more (war)
know i double up wit the eights
water flows, stay glistening
buss the game wit’ my vision
buss the game wit’ my mission
stay wishin’, oi listen!
yeah, it’s that time again
it’s all mine again, yeah i’m live again
uh, get to the pen, get to it then
keep it 110, i’m a 10 wit’ a yen
wise wit’ the zen, on road wit the skeng
go wit’ the flow, man it’s easy
when i deliver they shivеr
punch your liver like liquor
certifiеd, keep it greazy (easy)
do it for the fans cuh they need me
yeah, easy, just breath me
but not too much, i hate needy
paint a picture, draw gyally
yeah i’m poppin’ like a 45 strally
in disguise, black bally on… as im
yachtin’ on the beat, by the valley (yeah)
spit’ dem’ bullets from my four clip
come equipped with that cold sh_t
that new, new, not that old sh_t
that twenty_two times four sh_t
yeah it’s banz, banzino
bring the hot temp like it’s reno
glow up & show up & gleam
destined to blow, f_ck you mean (yeah)
turn my dreams to a scene
it’s not i man, man it’s we, see
yeah on the gram, she been a fan
yeah, i’m the one they all see
but i’m the one they can’t be (no!)
stay assigned to mine like station
one step, gotta keep up
eyes on the prize
twenty_four seven, three sixty five (yeah)
money on my mind on this ride, we call life (true)
f_ck it, we might lie, but don’t give a f_ck, we all try
at the end of the day, we all die
true this, try figure n_gga
can i live? word to jigga
meditated like a buddhist
who this? banz h_e, that’s who b_tch!
why you acting all clueless
don’t bite more than you can chew trick
felix gaits, i’m the shadow_child
the underworld, man i rule this, yeah!
f_ck em all, yeah we do this (do this)
f_ck em all, yeah we do this (uh)
f_ck em all, yeah we do this (do this)
f_ck em all, yeah we do this (uh)
watching out for intruders
no heart but ain’t judas
she wanna f_ck, but no f_cks
she bell my line, but no luck
(refrain)
why i make her wet, no hose
no dinner, no rose
wonder why, who knows
ask your girl, she knows
yeah, she all at my shows
don’t need that, got hoes
maybe coz i got flows
or maybe coz i got dough
young thug with the pose
cool & calm & it shows
f_ck her down to her toes
hit the spots, make her froze
f_ck her right then she doze
f_ck her right then she doze x2
(outro)
might be that, who knows, who knows…
uh, might be that, she knows…
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