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Fess Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Waycool
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jaime Dixon, Jordan Kelman, Joshua Dillon




Waycool - Fess Up Lyrics




Sliding home, they ain't touch me so I'm safe
Show no face, put the money in the safe
Pearly gates keep on calling for a young black nigga but I put my digger in his grave

If you wrong, you wrong, nigga fess up, fess up
This ain't ball but all my niggas check up, cheque'd up
This ain't ball my nigga but all my niggas tech'd up, tech'd up
Got no time to make amends, I be aiming at your head

Goddam, lil Seago, shitting where I can
Just to son a man, imma get a mini van
Just to prove a point, imma get a mini van
You a tech deck lil nigga size six vans
She was coughing, throwing shade but I'm a sicker man
She'll want me to heal her when she gets sick of her man

You're small money, Waycool's a mini band
I lost count I don't know how many

Dirty old vans all my niggas road, mans
F*ck your plans, leave these niggas no chance
So romantic, she with the antics
She backed up like a truck in some traffic

Better be ready ready in a bit
Long as you took you better look like Jorja Smith
If the shoe fits, then we getting hitched
Make me sick
Yackity yack cause she thickity thick

New girl intimate, she aint only into men
Buy you the zip say bye to to the middle man
Bi-polar moods, its swinging like ceiling fans, uh
Pulling strings tryna get her bands up

None of you niggas can answer like the back of the class with your hand up
They can't sit with the gang, they can't stand us
It gon end with the rapper like Chancellor

I make her wet like Katara
Old nigga cut off quick like a barber
Then we can do what we wanna
Touching her for the first time like Madonna

Everything you did, done did it, I'm the new don dada
Show up on your block like tada
Shorty couldn't be no prouder
In my bag, more Prada
She'd kill for head like Jeffery Dahmer

If you wrong, you wrong, nigga fess up, fess up
This ain't ball but all my niggas check up, cheque'd up
This ain't ball my nigga but all my niggas tech'd up, tech'd up
Got no time to make amends, I be aiming at your head

Something on your chest then say it with your chest
If you wrong then you wrong, nigga
Confess
If you wrong then you wrong, nigga
Come correct

Please don't hit my line up
I got shooters in my line up
Off the top, you can get lined up
Told you times up, please do not try us
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Sliding home, they ain't touch me so I'm safe
Show no face, put the money in the safe
Pearly gates keep on calling for a young black nigga but I put my digger in his grave

If you wrong, you wrong, nigga fess up, fess up
This ain't ball but all my niggas check up, cheque'd up
This ain't ball my nigga but all my niggas tech'd up, tech'd up
Got no time to make amends, I be aiming at your head

Goddam, lil Seago, shitting where I can
Just to son a man, imma get a mini van
Just to prove a point, imma get a mini van
You a tech deck lil nigga size six vans
She was coughing, throwing shade but I'm a sicker man
She'll want me to heal her when she gets sick of her man

You're small money, Waycool's a mini band
I lost count I don't know how many

Dirty old vans all my niggas road, mans
F*ck your plans, leave these niggas no chance
So romantic, she with the antics
She backed up like a truck in some traffic

Better be ready ready in a bit
Long as you took you better look like Jorja Smith
If the shoe fits, then we getting hitched
Make me sick
Yackity yack cause she thickity thick

New girl intimate, she aint only into men
Buy you the zip say bye to to the middle man
Bi-polar moods, its swinging like ceiling fans, uh
Pulling strings tryna get her bands up

None of you niggas can answer like the back of the class with your hand up
They can't sit with the gang, they can't stand us
It gon end with the rapper like Chancellor

I make her wet like Katara
Old nigga cut off quick like a barber
Then we can do what we wanna
Touching her for the first time like Madonna

Everything you did, done did it, I'm the new don dada
Show up on your block like tada
Shorty couldn't be no prouder
In my bag, more Prada
She'd kill for head like Jeffery Dahmer

If you wrong, you wrong, nigga fess up, fess up
This ain't ball but all my niggas check up, cheque'd up
This ain't ball my nigga but all my niggas tech'd up, tech'd up
Got no time to make amends, I be aiming at your head

Something on your chest then say it with your chest
If you wrong then you wrong, nigga
Confess
If you wrong then you wrong, nigga
Come correct

Please don't hit my line up
I got shooters in my line up
Off the top, you can get lined up
Told you times up, please do not try us
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Writer: Jaime Dixon, Jordan Kelman, Joshua Dillon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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