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Tint Video (MV)




Performed By: Wayve
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Wayne Barnes




Wayve - Tint Lyrics




You cant stay the night no I don't got time for no cuddling
You can't get a dime aint give a shit when we was struggling

They say that young boy a star
Know he going far
Look at how I flex mom I got a foreign car
Bitch I rock out like guitar
Now they know who we are
When I get a check imma cop an Audemar
Two racks for the kicks
F*ck her then I dip
Niggas talking shit
Let that chopper rip
My whip got a Tint
You not seeing shit
Twelve behind the whip
Do the dash I dip ya

Do the dash I skate
I cant hit the break
Call bro in LA
Just got on the plane
Bro hit my DM
Said get ready for the fame
When the money start to come
Promise you will never change
Bitch im turnt up every night
Im high on a flight
Backwood to the face
Got me feeling right
Im high as a kite
Im just living life
All the camera lights
Shining in my eyes
Bitches never fwm fwm
Now my belt got double Gs
Now I'm sipping bubbly
And models with me lovely
You cant stay the night
No I don't got time for no cuddling
You can get a dime
Aint give a shit when we was struggling

They say that young boy a star
Know he going far
Look at how I flex mom I got a foreign car
Bitvh I rock out like guitar
Now they know who we are
When I get a check imma cop an Audemar
Two racks for the kicks
F*ck her then I dip
Niggas talking shit
Let that chopper rip
My whip got a Tint
You not seeing shit
Twelve behind the whip
Do the dash I dip ya
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You cant stay the night no I don't got time for no cuddling
You can't get a dime aint give a shit when we was struggling

They say that young boy a star
Know he going far
Look at how I flex mom I got a foreign car
Bitch I rock out like guitar
Now they know who we are
When I get a check imma cop an Audemar
Two racks for the kicks
F*ck her then I dip
Niggas talking shit
Let that chopper rip
My whip got a Tint
You not seeing shit
Twelve behind the whip
Do the dash I dip ya

Do the dash I skate
I cant hit the break
Call bro in LA
Just got on the plane
Bro hit my DM
Said get ready for the fame
When the money start to come
Promise you will never change
Bitch im turnt up every night
Im high on a flight
Backwood to the face
Got me feeling right
Im high as a kite
Im just living life
All the camera lights
Shining in my eyes
Bitches never fwm fwm
Now my belt got double Gs
Now I'm sipping bubbly
And models with me lovely
You cant stay the night
No I don't got time for no cuddling
You can get a dime
Aint give a shit when we was struggling

They say that young boy a star
Know he going far
Look at how I flex mom I got a foreign car
Bitvh I rock out like guitar
Now they know who we are
When I get a check imma cop an Audemar
Two racks for the kicks
F*ck her then I dip
Niggas talking shit
Let that chopper rip
My whip got a Tint
You not seeing shit
Twelve behind the whip
Do the dash I dip ya
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Writer: Wayne Barnes
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