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Richey Mula - Wait Freestyle Lyrics



Richey Mula - Wait Freestyle Lyrics




This time around next year
Imma be in the back of the wraith, Thumbing threw cake
Touring state to state
Might be in your city so check the date
Ainn have s*** on my plate
Now I eat shrimp with the steak
Bad b**** feeding me grapes
Smoking backwoods to the face
I got the b**** so high
She thought she was laced
Wait wait wait wait all gas no breaks
After we f*** I skate
Came right back for the face
Broke b**** get out my face
Want me to pay for her nails and her lace
B**** I can but I ain't
Want me to be her man I'm straight
Too much money this s*** look fake
They gone think I hit up a bank
They gone think I swipe
Come through like a thief in the night
I wanted to be like mike
Now I rap and sing on the mic
This rap s*** changed my life
My name going up and so Is the prices
Straight off the dome but I rap like I write it
My style these n***** they bite it like tyson
They tryna run up with my s*** like swiper
Big four five in my backpack swiper no swiping
N***** do too much typing
See me in person and don't want to fight me
These n***** be scared
These n***** be shook
I charge a arm and a leg for a hook
I'm about to be touring I'm about to be booked
My dog locked up I put bread on his books
That b**** ain't s*** she just got looks
She don't even know how to cook
I grew up around drug dealers and crooks
Came to the hood tryna flex
And his s*** got took
Like a fish in the sea
He got caught in that hook
Hundreds on me and they blue like Hoover
Young n**** f****** on cougars
Bad b**** she work at hooters
Get on these beats and I preach like Luther
Run up on me and this s*** gone get brutal
Used to walk now I get head in the Uber
I came a long way from oodles and noodles
Now I go eat and Ruth Chris with my shooters
F*** five O free my young n**** Scoota

Wait wait wait let my dogs out the gate
When he get home he straight
We gone fly straight to LA
Sit in the back of the wraith
Count up and think about buying
A house by the lake
Surroundings gone be straight
We ain't got to carry no drakes
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This time around next year
Imma be in the back of the wraith, Thumbing threw cake
Touring state to state
Might be in your city so check the date
Ainn have s*** on my plate
Now I eat shrimp with the steak
Bad b**** feeding me grapes
Smoking backwoods to the face
I got the b**** so high
She thought she was laced
Wait wait wait wait all gas no breaks
After we f*** I skate
Came right back for the face
Broke b**** get out my face
Want me to pay for her nails and her lace
B**** I can but I ain't
Want me to be her man I'm straight
Too much money this s*** look fake
They gone think I hit up a bank
They gone think I swipe
Come through like a thief in the night
I wanted to be like mike
Now I rap and sing on the mic
This rap s*** changed my life
My name going up and so Is the prices
Straight off the dome but I rap like I write it
My style these n***** they bite it like tyson
They tryna run up with my s*** like swiper
Big four five in my backpack swiper no swiping
N***** do too much typing
See me in person and don't want to fight me
These n***** be scared
These n***** be shook
I charge a arm and a leg for a hook
I'm about to be touring I'm about to be booked
My dog locked up I put bread on his books
That b**** ain't s*** she just got looks
She don't even know how to cook
I grew up around drug dealers and crooks
Came to the hood tryna flex
And his s*** got took
Like a fish in the sea
He got caught in that hook
Hundreds on me and they blue like Hoover
Young n**** f****** on cougars
Bad b**** she work at hooters
Get on these beats and I preach like Luther
Run up on me and this s*** gone get brutal
Used to walk now I get head in the Uber
I came a long way from oodles and noodles
Now I go eat and Ruth Chris with my shooters
F*** five O free my young n**** Scoota

Wait wait wait let my dogs out the gate
When he get home he straight
We gone fly straight to LA
Sit in the back of the wraith
Count up and think about buying
A house by the lake
Surroundings gone be straight
We ain't got to carry no drakes
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Writer: Leandrae Richey
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Performed By: Richey Mula
Length: 1:49
Written by: Leandrae Richey
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