Terrell Brown ft. Bias - Wa(e)i[gh]t Lyrics

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Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga is u being forreal
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All of this dirt in my nails
That money be dirty as hell
Let my nigga outta the cell
Fuck it we'll burn down the jail
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(Heavy on me)
Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
That money be dirty as hell
All of that dirt in my nails
Let my nigga outta the cell
Fuck it go burn down the jail
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Bitch gon do what I tell her
Wait wait wait wait wait
Bitch gon do what I tell her
Spit on that dick like propeller
Rocking that mic like Coachella
Bitch gon do what I tell her
Pussy so pink like Papaya
Grip on my dick like some pliers
Call me Tobias
She gon have my twin like Mariah
Wait wait
All a nigga know about
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Chrismas came early
Its a package
I be bagging and scaling for practice
I know all of these hoes
Ima atlas
I'm young black wild and I'm facist
Holding that pole w a passion
Rolling up plucking my ashes
Rolling and smoking
Fuk it just pass it
My bitch she brown and she sassy
Lighting up a G shit she fancy
Holding that work in her pantry
Ya child be a orphan like Annie
If u be short on my NV
I will not show them not pity
Yes I will envy
Til I have emptied
Every lor shell out the semi
Shout out to Timmy
He cannot walk
So I do it for him
Shout out to 4
I am that boy
I'm am in perfect form

Wait Wait Wait Wait
(Heavy on me)
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Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga is u being forreal
Weight Weight Weight Weight
All of this dirt in my nails
That money be dirty as hell
Let my nigga outta the cells
Weight Weight Weight Weight
(Heavy on me)
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Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
That money be dirty as hell

That money be dirty as hell
And I'm counting my paper still
I'm studying every bill
And wishing a nigga would steal
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Bitch I'm Jack Johnson
Standing on top of the world trade
I'm the last thing that ya girl ate
Wait
I need a steak and a hot plate
I got the law in my prostate
They tryn get photos of my face
They beh get the fuk out my face
I'm doing numbers
like hot cakes
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Where's Richard Simmons
I'm a hot mess
Holding yoga class
In the projects
Lord help me i'm a project
I gotta strap in the armrest
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Heavy on me
Fake fake fake
Ppl everywhere i see
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Heavy on me
Fake fake fake
Ppl everywhere i see
I'm rising up bruh it's fate
So do not bother to hate
I cannot ever be late
So u just sit there and wait

Wait Wait Wait Wait
(Heavy on me)
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Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga is u being forreal
Weight Weight Weight Weight
All of this dirt in my nails
That money be dirty as hell
Let my nigga outta the cells
Fuk it we'll burn down the jail
Wait Wait Wait Wait

Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
That money be dirty as hell
All of this dirt in my nails
Let my nigga outta the cells
Fuk it go burn down the jail
Wait Wait
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