paroles de chanson Wave Time 2 (feat. Chip & Nafe Smallz) - Mastermind
Death
round
the
corner,
you
don't
know
when
it
gon'
creep
up
I
lost
my
nigga,
since
then
I
ain't
been
sleep
much
But
if
I
hear
you
got
that
belly,
you
get
eat
up
And
tell
my
lil'
nigga,
"I
ain't
no
preacher"
But
fuck
these
bitches,
get
this
money,
don't
please
her
I'm
on
the
strip
dodging
all
of
them
police
trucks
And
free
my
niggas
that
all
of
the
police
took
I'm
smoking
flavours,
none
of
that
amnesia
I
had
to
put
them
on
a
wave
time
Ozone
space
time
Six
figure
nigga,
chain
on
me
when
I
stage
dive
(Ooh)
I
stay
running
up
these
cheques
on
my
day
grind
And
I'm
never
switching
up
sides,
I'm
with
the
same
slides
I'm
with
the
K9's,
we
ain't
on
no
playtime
Shopping
with
my
son,
I
gotta
keep
it
on
my
waistline
Beat
it,
I
never
eat
it,
if
she
ate
mine
Deep
shit
but
they
don't
deep
it
until
the
drapes
fly
Song
shit,
I
put
my
heart
and
soul
into
it
baby
Progress,
I
trust
the
process,
where
it
gon'
take
me
No
stress,
I
went
from
homeless
to
gettin'
paid
G
(Out)
Outside
we
did
the
frontline
when
shit's
crazy
Anyone
that
hurt,
anybody
but
you
made
me
Life
in
these
streets,
it
can
turn
a
boy
brazy
(Yeah)
She
sent
me
nudes
like
she
working
for
page
three
I
get
this
cake
like
my
first
name
Paigey
(Lets
go)
Death
round
the
corner,
you
don't
know
when
it
gon'
creep
up
I
lost
my
nigga,
since
then
I
ain't
been
sleep
much
But
if
I
hear
you
got
that
belly,
you
get
eat
up
And
tell
my
lil'
nigga,
"I
ain't
no
preacher"
But
fuck
these
bitches,
get
this
money,
don't
please
her
I'm
on
the
strip
dodging
all
of
them
police
trucks
And
free
my
niggas
that
all
of
the
police
took
I'm
smoking
flavours,
none
of
that
amnesia
Death
round
the
corner,
you
don't
know
when
it
gon'
creep
up
That's
why
my
niggas
toasting
every
time
we
meet
up
Man
I
been
rapping
so
long,
should
put
my
feet
up
But
would
the
game
be
the
same
without
me?
Huh
(Me,
huh)
Manny
gyal
love
my
accent
and
I
love
hers
(Love
hers)
She
just
want
a
London
boy
on
top
of
covers
(Covers)
Told
shawty
we
can-
we
can't
be
lovers
(Lovers)
Tryna
beat,
so
gimme
brain,
I
got
no
rubbers
Flavours,
you
don't
know
'bout
grub
my
G
That's
not
Cali,
you
got
bumped
my
G
Weed
in
me
plus
the
alcohol,
yeah,
I'm
lit
bro
Hayfever
alone
kills
my
nose,
I
don't
sniff
coke
No
sike,
Chippy
grew
up
in
a
tough
hood
So
every
time
I
hear
"Die
Young",
I
touch
wood
More
money,
more
gyal,
more
peace
in
life
Might
get
a
massage
in
my
sheets
tonight
Death
round
the
corner,
you
don't
know
when
it
gon'
creep
up
I
lost
my
nigga,
since
then
I
ain't
been
sleep
much
But
if
I
hear
you
got
that
belly,
you
get
eat
up
And
tell
my
lil'
nigga,
"I
ain't
no
preacher"
But
fuck
these
bitches,
get
this
money,
don't
please
her
I'm
on
the
strip
dodging
all
of
them
police
trucks
And
free
my
niggas
that
all
of
the
police
took
I'm
smoking
flavours,
none
of
that
amnesia
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