Wait lyrics

by

Fiji


[Intro]
Hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait

[Hook]
You running your mouth, I’m like hold up, wait
I run in your house, she like hold up, wait
No time for no talking, no hold up, wait
I already know what you’re gonna say
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
You running your mouth, I’m like hold up, wait
I run in your house, she like hold up, wait
No time for no talking, no hold up, wait
I already know what you’re gonna say
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait

[Verse 1]
He acting goofy, make him talk to nina
n*gga howdy doody, n*gga nice to meet ya
Yes I am a shooter, bake you like a pizza
Bullets hot and ready like a Little Caesar’s
Sliding out the pus*y, smoke a pound of reefer
I’m a reefer chiefer, call me Wiz Khalifa
I been trapping heavy, hit me on my beeper
Gotta get this money so I can feed my people
Got this money growing like chinchilla chias
Screaming hallelujah but I’m not a preacher
n*ggas hear my music now they want a feature
This is how we do it, n*gga shout to Keisha
n*gga I’m a savage and my b*tch a diva
Call the paramedics way I beat the beat up
You see Raf Adidas cause I got my feet up
I’m a pretty n*gga with designer sneakers
Reefer super loud, you n*ggas gotta speak up
And I’m still here f*ckin’ on my student teacher
Money, pus*y, I don’t fight for neither
She don’t trust me, I don’t trust me either
f*ck police, man I don’t even need ‘em
I’ma solve my problem with my desert eagle
Solve my problems later, need to take a breather
Then I pick back up of where I left off
Gun go da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
That’s a couple shots I had to let off
Slap another clip in the Beretta
All this smoke that’s coming from the meta
Leave your body laying on a stretcher
Cause I had to blow your f*cking head off
Kill by any means and any measure
Know that Guapo got the f*cking pressure
Jewelry looking like some f*cking treasure
I can read you n*ggas like a letter
Got the sexy b*tch, the kind that’s better
She say money make her pus*y wetter
Got like seven rap books on my dresser
And this beat retarded like it’s special
She like every verse, I’m getting better

[Hook]
You running your mouth, I’m like hold up, wait
I run in your house, she like hold up, wait
No time for no talking, no hold up, wait
I already know what you’re gonna say
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
You running your mouth, I’m like hold up, wait
I run in your house, she like hold up, wait
No time for no talking, no hold up, wait
I already know what you’re gonna say
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait

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