wake up, get fried, repeat - mevma & saiah woes lyrics
(saiah woes)
nah, for real
turn me up, come on
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
tryna get high and ***, you should be chief*in’ keef
yeah, we pouring juice up in, we all gon’ go to sleep
talkin’ bout running’ to the stu, i ned something’ to eat
swear, like murder on these b*tches, she gon’ f*ck on me
i’m in love with this woes
i can’t get enough of him
everyday he at the school
everyday he at the gym
told the b*tch play your role
on this yacht, it’s sink or swim
all this money, cannot fold
pockets fat, they never slim
i’m like ***, #4, above the rim
i got my b*tch dippin’ gold, she coming trim
i pour up purple stuff occasionally
i thought i told you not to play with me
12 sodas, all get down some weed
i’m sending hard, that’s an oz of ***
0, 12, 54, here that’s more celine
ain’t no way i’m playing fair, we got sticks ***
motherf*cka step out, need no adderall
ni**as in paris, we in da vibes like had a ball
my life risks a suicide, dis a hunnid raw
b*tch, i’m f*cked up, on another level
i got your b*tch written on my schedule
i f*cked her face, she gone eat my bezel
i think i need more medicine
i think today, we slide the benz
copped ***, we slide with friends
i can’t stop, too locked in
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
wake up, i get fried, & then repeat
tryna get high and ***, you should be chief*in’ keef
yeah, we pouring juice up in, we all gon’ go to sleep
talkin’ bout running’ to the stu, i ned something’ to eat
swear, like murder on these b*tches, she gon’ f*ck on me
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