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lirik lagu switchin’ – zaiwavy

[hook] (zaiwavy)
i’m tryna hop on a jet (whoo, whoo)
come get your girl cuz she with me and
she always act like a mess (on gang)
fightin my demons, no angel
i know that i must have confessed (woah woah woah woah)
where is the ref? pull up with three*pointer shoot it like steph (whoo, whoo)
your b*tch a mess, she suckin d*ck cuz this chain on my neck
watch how i flex, (uh huh)
you wanted diamonds, i wanted baguettes
you want a rollie, i want a patek
you wanna beat me, they say that i’m next
[?] for this life, i get it
and they told me go make a wave, i did it
they be like ‘wavy ain’t drop in a minute
n*ggas that say they was brothas started switchin’ (aye)

[verse 1] (martropolis)
your b*tch a nark, she a fed (drum’s comin’ in!)
pull up your b*tch, oh my god
my n*ggas turnin’ the game into pie
bought that b*tch somethin’ expensive to ride
rope on your neck gon’ commit suicide
n*gga no lie, i never lie
sorry i kissed you and felt all your [?]
sorry i care ‘bout your b*tch [?]
hot, straight, like the oven
you and me, n*gga ain’t no discussion
hit the b*tch call me while i was f*ckin
your b*tch screams, got my d*ck in her stomach (yah)
n*gga why you actin so serious
feelin’ my ball b*tch got so delirious
pull up in the whip, [?] the b*tch so furious
sendin’ all the pics got me curious
suckin’ on my d*ck, so mysterious
pull up with a stick
givin’ no f*cks while i’m f*ckin on your b*tch
take her on a ride, p*rno like a fl!ck
oh sh*t…
(zaiwavy) b*tch!
pull up the hash*slinging slasher
i k!ll all you crackers, i’m done with you f*ggots
your son is a b*st*rd, believe that, my n*gga
she bleedin’, my n*gga, no schemin’, my n*gga (whoo!)

[hook] (zaiwavy)
i’m tryna hop on a jet (whoo, whoo)
come get your girl cuz she with me and
she always act like a mess (on gang)
fightin’ my demons, no angel
i know that i must have confessed (woah woah woah woah)
where is the ref? pull up with three*pointer shoot it like steph (whoo, whoo)
your b*tch a mess, she suckin’ d*ck cuz this chain on my neck
watch how i flex, (uh huh)
you wanted diamonds, i wanted baguettes
you want a rollie, i want a patek
you wanna beat me, they say that i’m next
[?] for this life, i get it
and they told me go make a wave, i did it
they be like ‘wavy ain’t drop in a minute
n*ggas that say they was brothas started switchin’ (aye, aye)

[verse 2] (zaiwavy)
all the destruction gon’ f*ck up my medical
better catch up to me b*tch i’m ahead of you (no cap)
do not disturb on my phone, i won’t message you
watch how you step, you too close, imma level you (mhh)
i had to get it, i ain’t have a choice
came from the trenches, we ain’t have a voice (fresh out the trenches)
came outa trenton, a gun is a toy (uh huh)
hatin’ ass n*ggas i had to avoid (skrt, skrt)
b*tch i ain’t drippin’, i’m leakin’ (naw)
gold in my t**th, i ain’t speakin’ (h*ll no)
shawty a fan, got her tweakin’ (tweakin’)
cut the hoe off for not reason
roddy ricch sh*t, b*tch i ball every season (ballin’)
copied the sauce, told those n*ggas to keep it (woah, woah, woah, woah)
forfeit the green, yeah i know that i need it (wave)
countin’ my blessings, could call me the deacon

- zaiwavy

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