paroles de chanson wack - William Crooks
Yuh
I′m
in
the
belly
of
the
beast
Wrist
go
Yeti,
still
sweaty
in
the
heat
Why
you
smokin'
reggie
in
the
street?
Type
of
motherfucker
payin′
twenty
for
a
G
Boy,
you
tapped
Everybody
at
this
party
fuckin'
wack
I'm
about
to
go
home
smoke
a
pack
Wash
my
face,
change
clothes,
take
a
nap
Why′d
I
even
come
over?
Boy,
you
tapped
(Tapped)
Everybody
at
this
party
fuckin′
wack
I'm
about
to
go
home
smoke
a
pack
Wash
my
face,
change
clothes,
take
a
nap
Why′d
I
even
come
over?
Boy,
you
tapped
Stop
DM'ing
me
on
Twitter
(Stop,
please)
Why
can′t
you
just
get
the
picture?
(Get
it
in
your
head,
man)
Why
the
fuck
you
want
the
number
to
my
phone?
(Phone's
always
dead,
man)
Leave
me
alone
I
just
wanna
go
home
Yeah
I
got
dreams,
but
I
also
got
games
on
Steam
And
while
I′d
love
to
stay
at
this
party
while
you
smoke
all
my
weed
I
got
shit
to
do
(Man)
So
imma
leave
I
got
shit
to
do
(Man)
So
imma
leave
And
go
home
Wrist
so
cold
that
I
woke
up
in
the
snow
Bitch
already
know
that
my
gang
is
on
go
Heard
you
dropped
a
rack
on
an
O
Heard
you
dropped
a
rack
on
an
O?
(Man)
Boy,
you
tapped
Everybody
at
this
party
fuckin'
wack
I'm
about
to
go
home
smoke
a
pack
Wash
my
face,
change
clothes,
take
a
nap
Why′d
I
even
come
over?
Boy,
you
tapped
(Tapped)
Everybody
at
this
party
fuckin′
wack
I'm
about
to
go
home
smoke
a
pack
Wash
my
face,
change
clothes,
take
a
nap
Why′d
I
even
come
over?
Boy,
you
tapped
(Yuh)
I'm
in
the
belly
of
the
beast
Wrist
go
Yeti,
still
sweaty
in
the
heat
Why
you
smokin′
reggie
in
the
street?
(Rocket
Power)
Type
of
motherfucker
payin'
twenty
for
a
G
Everything
I
talk,
I
do
(Talk
it
up)
Everything
I
talk,
I
do
(Talk
it)
I
can
barely
run
my
shit
(Run
it)
I
can
barely
run
my
shit
(Run
it)
′Cause
Ando
fuckin'
took
my
shoes
(My
Balenciaga's)
Barefoot
in
the
club
I′m
a
pop
star
(Pop
star)
You
cant
tell
me
nothin′
'Bout
to
pop
off
(Pop
off)
Ridin′
round
town
with
the
top
off
(Top
off)
Ridin'
round
town
with
the
top
off
(Top
off)
Imma
get
the
bag
then
I
drop
it
off
(Drop
it
off)
I′m
at
YSL,
Imma
cop
it
all
(Imma
cop
it
all)
Lookin'
like
a
bitch
tiny
pants
Big
shirt,
put
in
work
Imma
pop
it
off
Boy,
you
tapped
Everybody
at
this
party
fuckin′
wack
I'm
about
to
go
home
smoke
a
pack
Wash
my
face,
change
clothes,
take
a
nap
Why'd
I
even
come
over?
Boy,
you
tapped
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