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yung mal - woo (wait) lyrics

[intro]
(the f_ck you mean, you don’t know dj marc b?)

[chorus: lil quill]
she f_cked around and sucked me in the back of this benz
i f_cked ’round and picked up her friends
i left the show about two, then i went to the booth
and i f_cked ’round and left about ten
candler road don, they treat me like a prince
askin’ myself why i drip like a rinse
got all this fame, sh_t wasn’t even part the plan
so many bands, i can’t go broke again
i gotta pull up my pants when i go on my ‘gram
so many sticks like we goin’ to iran
huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
she make that fat ass shake like a ‘quake
you ain’t gettin’ no cash, you can’t do nothin’ but hate
no debates, we gon’ get the bank
we sell out these dates, get to rockin’ this place

[verse 1: lil quill]
sell out these dates, get to rockin’ this b_tch (sell it out)
land on that boy, he was poppin’ his sh_t (man down)
green light the boy, we not stoppin’ for sh_t (green light)
one_of_one made, we not shoppin’ for sh_t (one_of_one fabric)
n_gga got that cannon, we gon’ crop him out the picture (that’s on god)
i just caught a rich b_tch, she just took me to the ritz (huh?)
no kid (no kid), got amari fur on my b_tch (got amari fur)
no, not no five_oh, these backends we gettin’ (no, not five)
don corleone, he don’t wait, he go get it (don corleone)
poppin’ late night with like thirty_some sticks (huh?)
like trump finna send us all the way to iran
geeked off this henn’, no pad or no pen (geeked up)
he ate the cheese, got the rat on the stand (ate)
wait (wait)
he don’t want no beef, he get ate (h_ll nah)
stay out the way, it get late (let’s go)
[chorus: lil quill & yung mal]
she f_cked around and sucked me in the back of this benz
i f_cked ’round and picked up her friends
i left the show about two, then i went to the booth
and i f_cked ’round and left about ten
candler road don, they treat me like a prince
askin’ myself why i drip like a rinse
got all this fame, sh_t wasn’t even part the plan
so many bands, i can’t go broke again
i gotta pull up my pants when i go on my ‘gram
so many sticks like we goin’ to iran
huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
she make that fat ass shake like a ‘quake
you ain’t gettin’ no cash, you can’t do nothin’ but hate
no debates, we gon’ get the bank
we sell out these dates, get to rockin’ this place (iceburg)

[verse 2: yung mal]
iceburg and big quill get to rockin’ this place (yeah)
act like a b_tch, the glock right in his face (skrrt)
he poppin’ his sh_t, pop him right in his face (pop)
paparazzi, they run up, they all in my face (mhm)
i’m hot like a taki, i’m scotty 2 hotty (hot, hot)
i got this sh_t flamin’ on plate, okay (ooh, sh_t), alright
my benz got big old body
hit it, cough, i smoke exotic
b_tch, i’m a boss, still be in projects
soon as i pull up, she suckin’ my private (skrrt, ugh)
n_gga run up quick, i bet he die quick
gave me the key to the game and i locked it
walk straight in that show, start a moshpit (yeah)
hold up, open that sh_t up (hold up, open that sh_t up), up
open it up, up, huh (iceburg)
[chorus: lil quill]
she f_cked around and sucked me in the back of this benz
i f_cked ’round and picked up her friends
i left the show about two, then i went to the booth
and i f_cked ’round and left about ten
candler road don, they treat me like a prince
askin’ myself why i drip like a rinse
got all this fame, sh_t wasn’t even part the plan
so many bands, i can’t go broke again
i gotta pull up my pants when i go on my ‘gram
so many sticks like we goin’ to iran
huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
she make that fat ass shake like a ‘quake
you ain’t gettin’ no cash, you can’t do nothin’ but hate
no debates, we gon’ get the bank
we sell out these dates, get to rockin’ this place

- yung mal lyrics

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