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waifei - mp5miyabi lyrics

up that heater
b*tch i let it blow
mp5 up on my hip
this sh*t tucked in my leather coat
bad lil b*tch on me
i think her accent came from mexico
if i don’t like that n*gga
make my choppa tick like metronome

lil b*tch i’m a demon
been looking for smoke i been feinin’
i’m a pro with the chop
when i shoot my shot
lil b*tch you know that i’m greening

i don’t really give a f*ck what he say
we gon hawk that boy down like relay
spin the block like a god d*mn beyblade
ran out of bullets had to switch to my melee

sipping drank b*tch i’m posted in waifei
cook a flow like every f*cking friday
i’m a pro in this b*tch
got my pole in this b*tch
ain’t n0body gonna do this sh*t my way
dump the clip of he stare at mе sideways
mp5 on me singing like rod wavе
let’s switch the flow
let’s see if you n*ggas can really compete with a god pa*

hop on a beat b*tch i eat it
the way that i’m spitting
these n*ggas do not know
recording this sh*t from my iphone
i sh*t on you n*ggas while in on the drive home
sh*t in my cup got me leaning
i’m sorry young thiren
i won’t pass the styrofoam
sh*t got me nodding
i might have to slow it down
it’s slurring in my tone

back to back
i k!ll this sh*t
i do this sh*t here every week
sh*t i’m smoking heavenly
sipping drank my remedy
yo b*tch hitting notes up on my sh*t
i call her melody
text me “you remember me?”
i’m not good with memory
i just want her for the night
and after that she dead to me
n*ggas bite my swag and say its love
lil b*tch it’s jealousy
call that n*gga what you want
but don’t you dare compare to me
lil b*tch i’m a real fox
could jump on my wave and you n*ggas would still flop
i drop me diss and ghost
my thiren like “d*mn girl you do the most”
n*gga we winning let’s have us a toast
check the logo b*tch the enterprise gold
that mean that we fire
just like the flame off a maf*ckin’ lighter
when i press the trigger thats love for my sniper
bullets gon sting like a maf*ckin’ viper
too many shots i left blood on the wipers
b*tch
i left blood on the scene
call my thiren at public security
“make sure them n*ggas don’t know it was me”
in the v and the flow is od
working late b*tch i’m going ot
talking sh*t then we put em to sleep
sh*t in my cup is the only thing sweet

put a m on top his head, that’s from iyabi
make that boy like vegeta
but this ain’t no dbz
i get cheese no jcd
b*tch wan ride me atv
choppa got him in a panic
think it gave add
he can’t focus cause the heat
thiren smoke em for the breesh
betta not come back with no bullets
air that sh*t out like febreze
b*tch i feel like i’m drake maye
the way i ball out for the team
b*tch i ball out for the squad
most these n*ggas fairly odd
ain’t really think i’d make it this far
lil b*tch i beat the odds
walk in the spot
i’m screaming “what’s up thiren what’s the word?”
“yo miyabi what you heard”
i’m all ears b*tch every word

- mp5miyabi lyrics

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