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wallabe - flapjack كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ay
ay (wallabe, whatchu know about it)

[chorus]
no style, no fits
no ice on his wrist
no play, no kicks
no chain, no whip
every time he wanna drop, it gon’ be a f_cking miss
every time he wanna talk, it’s like he don’t even exist
you wanna take it from the back
steady doing track
always ending dead last
getting left in the past
take cadeezy in the ass, you tell that b_tch go faster
broke p_ssy and we call his b_tch ass flapjack

[verse 1]
lorealest ain’t sh_t lil b_tch, he pathetic
and his beats are f_cking ass, it’s like he finds them off of reddit
tell that p_ssy, “tone down,” ’cause now he in my f_cking presence
come out looking for some beef so he gon’ motherf_cking get it
i got h_lla loyal friends and
you surrounded by some b_tches
here’s a little f_cking lesson
maybe mind your f_cking business
thought we’d end our little session
but you wanna keep on b_tchin’
thought you learned to quit the testing
but you pushed the f_cking limits
act like you’re better then me
like you got leverage on me
only thing you proving to your friends is that you average, homie
now, i start to think that you on motherf_cking acid, homie
now, i start to think you got an extra f_cking chromie, homie (yeah, yeah)
i don’t need an angel, i’ll still introduce you to the reaper
think i’m mad you’re dating m.r., b_tch, you couldn’t even keep her
how you say you took my girl, b_tch, i was the one to leave her
be a f_cking p_ssy, just for her to leave you on delivered, b_tch
i don’t need your validation
when your brain is on vacation
if you were really thinking straight you woulda stayed out of my lane b_tch
talkin sh_t, wanna get motherf_cking flamed b_tch
f_ck with wallabe again, you gotta be insane b_tch
[chorus]
no style, no fits
no ice on his wrist
no play, no kicks
no chain, no whip
every time he wanna drop, it gon’ be a f_cking miss
every time he wanna talk, it’s like he don’t even exist
you wanna take it from the back
steady doing track
always ending dead last
getting left in the past
take cadeezy in the ass, you tell that b_tch go faster
broke p_ssy and we call his b_tch ass flapjack

[verse 2]
it’s over lil b_tch, now you can go and have your pity party
acting like a kid, man i ain’t going to no diddy party
cooking up a hit, i k!ll a b_tch no i ain’t leave a body
writing notes, i’m sending letters, tell his mama i ain’t sorry
“i’m a racist motherf_cker and my name is flapjack
stay away from all my friends or imma call my f_cking dad”
unrelated to the b_tches, unrelated to the racks
if its a race then imma win it, imma put him on his ass

- wallabe

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