WAIT A MINUTE (made by my friend)
• Written by LyricalX
THIS SONG WAS MADE BY MY FRIEND WHOSE BLACK!
Here it is:
Yeah
Wait a minute, turn around and fucking listen
Nigga wanna fly, hit 'em wit' precision
You know we fly, we done fucking risen
I don't really care 'bout you or yo' opinion
Whip shit in the kitchen, hard decisions
I'm a killa who just happen to be a nigga
Fuck the Christians who be tryna spread they religion
On people who don't give 2 fucks and don't have they same vision
Turn on the TV, watch yo' ass in prison
And niggas know we pray for the children
And you say that I am a villain
Nah nigga, I'm just chillin', I was killin', drillin'
Niggas faster than Natsuki's dad
The fuck they on? Let's run it back, huh
I been sippin' and livin' a good life
And sometimes some people should die
And I never knew you would lie
I guess I could try to get along, nah wait
Fuck it, fuck you, y'all makin' assumptions
Labelling me aggressive, obsessive, possessive
Bitch, I'ma get you some progressive
Gotta get back to my senses
My diamond necklace expensive, got it from my ex bitch
She says this is selfish and I'ma menace
But I don't listen to her, she my ex, bitch, huh
I don't care what you say, we ain't crossin' no fences
Gotta fence a lil' nigga for sayin' I was bested
Choo choo my nigga, you know I got the Vaseline
Muhfuckas on the magazine, yeah
I'ma jump up on that trampoline, huh, yeah
I got that goddamn gasoline
Niggas know I thrive in Halloween
They on my dick, they fucking mad at me
I'ma just go and grab the green
You know they wanna come at me, ooh-ooh
Cash on me, I'm cashin' clean, yeah
I just gotta have the green, yeah
If I don't, I'll die magically, tragically
Fantastically, y'all want me dead, you say the drugs bad for me
Lil' nigga, who care? You the one throwin' trash at me
Tryna rap so nice, but you rap badly
You got no flow, recycled rhymes from that TV
And if you wanna die, step inside that machine, huh
Yeah
Wait a minute, turn around and fucking listen
Nigga wanna fly, hit 'em wit' precision
You know we fly, we done fucking risen
I don't really care 'bout you or yo' opinion
I'm like Dashie in the Rainbow Factory, huh
And y'all know they wanna caption me, huh
Got this cash, I'ma watch Kashdyn leave
I'ma smirk to myself so happily
On my dick, it's a tragedy, huh
On Sundays, shit be travesties, a catastrophe
Lookin' at me like I caused this? That's a pass for me, uh
Cash on me, she got the cash for me
Hoes keep trappin' me, they cap 'bout me
Had to get the money, they passin' me
Checkin' me out like I'm inferior, but I'm superior
Give me my action, please
The reason why they laugh at me
Is 'cause they don't know how to act like me, yeah
Back in your bitch, they turn their back at me
But I don't care, no, no, I'll laugh with glee
And you think you shit? You ain't, you ain't even flashy, G
They wanna flash at me, I tell 'em, "That's cap, my G"
I feel like I'm drownin', livin' lavishly
What happened, G? What will happen, G?
Imagine we were friends and this never ever happened, G
And you went out sad (went out sad)
I went out back (went out back)
You know you so down bad (so down bad)
I make clowns mad (make clowns mad)
You know I smoke them pounds fast (pounds fast)
No doubt 'bout that, I could live without that, ooh-ooh
Yeah
Wait a minute, turn around and fucking listen
Nigga wanna fly, hit 'em wit' precision
You know we fly, we done fucking risen
I don't really care 'bout you or yo' opinion
Doubt me all you want, I don't care, no
Doubt me all you want, but I ain't there, oh
Tryna sell my ass? Beware, yo (beware, yo)
You know your ass be fucking bare, though (bare though)
I just fucked your ho with no protection
I fucked her and showed her affection
Not to mention, I got her attention
We already got a connection, shoppin' at the same sections
Alleviating all the tension, and askin' each other questions
And now we doin' sessions, yeah, yeah
She don't show no aggression, yeah-yeah
Stole her from you in 2 seconds
Now her ass be pregnant
I'll die as a legend (legend)
I'm so independent (pendent)
And I got your bitch presents, she said I was pleasant
She called your ass a damn peasant
Did I mention we did fencing?
Also, I ain't even stressin', we flexin'
It ain't pressin', fucking your bitch was a blessing, uh
Yeah
Wait a minute, turn around and fucking listen
Nigga wanna fly, hit 'em wit' precision
You know we fly, we done fucking risen
I don't really care 'bout you or yo' opinion
