Lakos - Waistline

Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line
Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime
Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind
Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline
(Yuh)
Imma real star now I'm goin' to the store and I'm gon ball out
(Uh)
And
I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out
Imma take the freeway and I'm never goin' back
My damn take on full my car full of gas
Got six good buds and we rollin' in packs
But if I need to dumb it down then we smokin' the thrax
Now wait a minute
Everybody wanna hit it since I lit it
Take a minute hit the limit
Hold on wait a minute
Full grown sinner did it
Why am I so giggly?
Anybody wanna tell me why am I so wiggly?
But you need to pass the crown
Imma hit the base runnin'
Fuck up the whole town
Imma whole new breed with a whole new sound
You could never hold me back cuz I be holdin' it down
Now whatchu really really wanna wanna know bout me
I got one fear that’s to give away my dreams
So Imma live it real long until I'm old and grey
To all the people think I'm wrong they can stay that way I'm
Playin' the bass like Jack Barlow
When I opt to drop in the bass gon blow and now
I'm like 007 with MAC 11s cuz I'm takin shots at all the people you don't even know cut
Talkin in sevens with Devon's older brother playing and makin' alot of thing
That you don't know
Doesn’t matter what I say
Cuz I sound so good you gon let that play
Woooh
Yeahhhh
Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line
Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime
Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind
Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline
And
I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out I'm
Coming to get it
Like Jack The Ripper
John coming to win it
I'm back and bigger
I'm livin the life that I never knew I could live
And I'm giving more fucks than I knew I could give
So what man
Gonna get it cuz I'm gonna live it up man
I'm a sinner winnin' I been catching dubs man
You ain't gonna get it cuz you really suck man
You really suck man
(But)
On the other hand I feel blessed
Cuz I'm comin' for the money like the IRS
Only got one motto put above the rest
Live fast die hard like Bruce Willis
And trust me man
You don't wanna fuck a bitch with a spray tan
Cuz she gon get that brown on your grey pants
And that's a stain for life
So tell that bitch to get out my sight hoe
Slappin' on the track like some fingers on a bass line
Brat actin' wack she be askin' me to facetime
Not too fast we be workin' on our safe grind
Pull my dick out shoot my kids on her waistline
And
I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out
(Uh)
And
I'm aboutta stroll out I'm in my prime Autobots roll out

Written by:
John Manolakos

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