wasp - lecie lyrics
(lets get the part started)
[intro: lecie]
[?] that n*gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
[?] that n*gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
[?] that n*gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a ca*
[?] that n*gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
he gon’ try and get it back, he gone leave out with a ga*a*a*ash
i don’t really care unless lil b*tch, where yo mom at?
and that n*gga weak as f*ck, he ain’t see no combat
fly around in the city in my ship, like a lombax
see this sh*t again, don’t want yo b*tch, need no contact
([?] f*ck n*gga)
(could you watch me die?)
[verse 1: lecie]
b*tch im getting to this bag, i don’t really care bout’* i just*i just need this f*cking cash
[?] that n*gga that i’m throwing his belongings in a cage
he gon’ try and get it back he gone leave out with a*
i don’t really care unless a lil b*tch where yo* b*tch where yo*
i don’t really care unless a lil b*tch*b*tch
i don’t really care unless a lil b*tch, where yo mom at?
and that n*gga weak as f*ck, he ain’t see no combat
fly around in the city in my ship, like a lombax
see this sh*t again, don’t want yo b*tch, need no contact
n*gga blowing up like a grenade, [?] that
n*gga blowing up like a grenade, in yo face [?]
n*gga blowing up like a grenade, in yo face
[pre*chorus: lecie]
n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas hoes, n*ggas [?] up wearing lace
getting money, counting o’s, yeah, i know you wanna taste
and i’m always staying real n*gga, know i’m h*lla based
[verse 2: t2i]
b*tch i got racks, and you know i’m up
pull up with yo f*cking b*tch, and we pull up in a truck*uck*uck
b*tch*b*tch*b*tch
and we pull up in a truck
and i keep a f*cking glock, made that f*ck n*gga duck
n*gga turn me down, we gone [?] that boy soft
ay, yo music f*cking ass, n*gga, yeah, you suck
i got two f*cking glocks, yeah, i keep em’ in a truck
talking bout’ that money n*gga, yeah, you know i get that
pull up with yo’ f*cking b*tch, and we in a scat pack
pull up on that p*ssy n*gga, he won’t get this, get back
talkin’ on me and lecie, p*ssy go work at that
and i been kind of [?] and my pockets getting fat
t*h*a*t*n*i*g*g*a
n*gga i am back, you bum n*gga, you so sad
b*a*s*e*d, n*gga i’m so rad
and yo b*tch can twerk, so i tell her “throw it back”
she want a part two, so i tell her “run it back”
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