paroles de chanson Ø! - Wafflejax

Bangladesh
Oh no
Chaos in this bitch, though
Wafflejax, bitch (Woo)
(Yeah) A milli'
Wait, two milli'
Hold up, ten milli'
Yeah (Wafflejax, bitch)

I want that milli' in my savings
Double that, we celebrate (Okay)
Waitin' for that perfect moment
Fuck it up and penetrate (Yes sir)
Yes, I'll take all that fake shit
Throw my way, I educate (Ooh)
Hella faded with my demons
Every season getting baked
I'm like frosting with these flows
And all these beats a piece of cake (Bah)
Take it step by step and day by day
Just know I'ma elevate (Yeah)
Murk this bitch, I don't hesitate
Murk this bitch, we celebrate
Blowin' that O, I meditate (Uh, uh)
French inhale right through my nasal cavity
You mad at me, I'm askin', "Bruh, you straight" (Yeah, yeah)
You want smoke with a beast like me
Wanna be like me, can't replicate (Hah)
Put some sense into your head
You wishin' death, I'm never fifty, bitch (Bah)
Uno, double zero, and nobody fuckin' with me, bitch (Nah)
The world is yours, I got that tatted on my chest, you see it, bitch (Ugh)
I'm broke right now, but not for long, you still in yo' predicament (Bah, bah, bah)

Ugh (Yeah)
Motherfucker, I'm ill, yeah

Uh, yessir
A million here, a million there (Yeah, yeah)
Ever seen a skinny motherfucker with some Super Saiyan hair
Acne all over his face (Yeah)
Makin' noise up in my city, but not really in my state (Nah)
Half y'all fuckers think I'm gay but ask your girl, she know I'm straight (Ugh)
And she love to go on dates
Sneaky linkin' with young Wafflejax, I took yo' bitch away (Wait, hold up, wait, uh)
Got to stay honest in all of my music
I won't fabricate it with none of the bullshit
I got to stay focused and work everyday
So I see better days and I don't go through bullshit
Not talkin' Chicago, I bang every drill
Talk all my shit on the mic, what a thrill
I can keep goin' and goin' and goin' again 'til I'm holding a million bills
I'm a fucked up problem (What)
Money can't solve me (Yeah)
Fuck bein' a rapper, I'm a God damn artist, bitch (Yes sir)
Yeah, I'm a God damn artist (Bah)
And even on my softest shit, I still go the hardest (Hah)
(Yeah)

Motherfucker, I'm ill, bitch, yeah (Bah, bah, bah, yeah)

Uh, a million here, a million there
I'ma finish up right here
Let that beat bless yo' ears, yeah
A milli', a milli', a milli', a milli'
A mi-, a mi