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lirik lagu wifi – deaf streets

(verse) [yung nak]

she say she like when i’m drippin’
but i be on b*tches
it’s awful, y’all still smoking midget
and i had codeine in my system
like how could you miss it
i’m here for one night then i’m dippin’

and n*ggas want work, but they running now
flippin’ that work
moving pound*to*pound
i got it silenced, won’t hear a sound
i f*cked your b*tch, she got tossed around

f*ck with the judge, so you get no dap
i whooped his ass, didn’t need a strap
i’m smoking woods, i can’t smoke no blacks
weed that got sparkles, that stanky pack

i told my b*tch i’ll be gone for the weekend
mouthful of xannies, i’m out for the evening
take me for granted, you’re better off leaving
i had that b*tch saying menelik season!

jumping for joy, like his diamonds was tweakin’
i tried to tell you that nak was a demon
pack for the low, now i call my plug jesus
that boy no good, he been plotting and scheming
sh*t on the past, b*tch i’m smoking exclusive
you can’t say it’s mid when you choke when you use it
choke on this d*ck while i burn all your music
master like roshi, y’all n*ggas my students

all in her face like my d*ck was a toothpick
i f*cked her once to avoid the confusion
google my past, b*tch you’ll know that i’m with it
blood on my denim, these levis is fitted

t**th out your mouth, they gon’ call me your dentist
she say im cold like like my last name was bennett
22 rounds, hoe my clip came extended
3 in your face, n*gga f*ck the attention

(verse 2) [yung nak]

came with assistance, i’m too high to handle it
n*ggas is fake, like a hand full of counterfeits
don’t come with smoke, ‘less you’re ready for battling
i heard your b*tch pop for grams, she too average

4g my backwood, i’m smoking on wifi
n*gga try rob, i got shooters on standby
real n*gga training, she call me a rabbi
i f*cked her fast, then i dipped like a drive by
pulled up 5 deep and we look the x*men
glock pulled up quick, make that n*gga a yes man
means you’re a b*tch, and i’ll send you to heaven
means when i see you, they call you a dead man

(bridge) [yung nak]

perc gonna k!ll me, my b*tch close behind
lean by the pt, i can’t buy no line
smoke with my n*ggas, i’m muf*cking high
walking through dallas, i’m muf*cking high

ralph on my d*ck, while i’m grabbing her thigh
polo my socks, that’s a horse in disguise
she pop for menelik, i ain’t surprised
they ain’t gon’ handle it, why even try

i’ll never chase her, or lower my standards
i’m flipping weight, now my muf*cking back hurt
yeah, you can call me, but i ain’t gon’ answer
jesus can’t save you, i swear on his sandles

(verse) [nye almighty]
im back on my old sh*t , back to this rap sh*t a lot , n*gga i geek a lot, pull up an smoke on a wood n we boxed, n*gga im hot in these streets like some rock

n*gga you riding a lease but we cop, i put a lot in this speech watch it flop, you can’t relate to my sh*t but it bop, you can’t relate to the sh*t watch it drop
180 on dash n we zoomin , i f*ck some sh*t up mybadibezooted, creep on an opp and he dont see the movement , silly ass n*gga get robbed if he snoozin

how you a shooter my n*gga you losin? , my girl she bad den a b*tch n she boujie, you can not f*ck with the clique you too choosy, gold on my neck got me feeling like bruce lee

im in distress n*gga i need some music, ice in my tek gotta keep that sh*t coolin, i can not lie yo sh*t really confuse me

how you a shooter my n*gga you loosin? , pop and the drooler got me dreaming lucid, dont talk to me n*gga you is a loser, dont talk to me n*gga you is a loser

- deaf streets

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