Will.B - Done With the Wait

I won’t be no waitour
It’s my life I can’t make up
Beat the ting with big lips n make up
I got shape up
I’ve been this way to this day cuz
Still hit gym when I wake up
Ill
But ain’t puking or burping
Lyrically merkin
I’ll take you out like gerkin
You can’t hurt me I’ll hurt him
Been a big G since my birthing
But I was next in charge
Me n my gs working extra hard
Not impressed unless breast are large
Cop me chips I ain’t left to starve
Na I ain’t left in cold
Like back in old days we was stuck in grove
Trust me and TP and the rest didn’t go
Stressing loads
Never had checks or dough
Done with the wait
I deserve racks in hand
Done with the snakes
Don’t wanna back my plans
And I’m always working
No sleep n my eyes are hurting
Get rest get dressed T shirtin
See a dead ting in swearving
Out for the night
Man I’m Tryna live like me
Lipsing a peng ting wid a good view of the sea
And she got a bumble
Sorta like bee
Took two glance in her eye and I’ll never try take three
Na i didn’t forget that
I got bars and bars and I meant that
Used to be walking about with a ten pack
Send for me bro trust I’ll never send back
Yh
It’s all gully
I’m eating right got food in my tummy
It’s will B Yh that yute from Tunny
Makes big tunes that don’t blow its funny
Man said funny
It ain’t funny
I know a few guys thag think we’re chummy
Hitting a bitta the zest if it ain’t crummy
Giving abitta of the man a run for their money
I’m sprinting
Can’t see so I’m squinting
But I know that it’s nice and
Ease
Man I love these trees
Put that into my palm n I squeeze
Man im back to this rap ish
Aint got love for a cat fish
Mans gotta work n I practise
Jump on a track n I jack this
All my tunes so gass they back flip
I got the fire like come like Match sticks
DJ jack this
You could never catch this
Using bait like it’s cat nip
Tunes in the back that artic
And tunes out now that are madness
Done with the wait
I deserve racks in hand
Done with the snakes
Don’t wanna back my plans
And I’m always working
No sleep n my eyes are hurting
Get rest get dressed T shirtin
See a dead ting in swearving
Out for the night
Man I’m Tryna live like me
Lipsing a peng ting wid a good view of the sea
And she got a bumble
Sorta like bee
Took two glance in her eye and I’ll never try take three
Out for the night
Man I’m Tryna live like me
Lipsing a peng ting wid a good view of the sea
And she got a bumble
Sorta like bee
Took two glance in her eye and I’ll never try take three

Written by:
William Bowcott

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