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Wavehi - Janet! lyrics

Artist: Wavehi

album: Janet!


Aye, get it, longboystyle
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Go-go-go-go, goddamn it
Why it never happen with the way I wanna plan it?
(Rah-rah-rah) can't stand it
She just wanna drive and sing songs like Janet
See my bankroll and she panic
Stars in my eyes, make your girl turn manic
I be gettin' fades like my name, Peyton Manning
Me and Coraline in the future gonna fan it (fan it)
You know how it be, I'm on that headshot damage
Finessin' all the opps, I'ma joc' like a bandit
Try spin the coupe, young boy heavy-handed
She wants to weigh too much cold cash, she demand it
Guess it's all luxury how I run it and they buggin' me
Spell my name wrong and you get cut up like charcuterie
I'm a jackass, lil' bitch, I'm a Barbie
Think that you slick, but you know you ain't juggin' mе
She really only lovin' on my guap, (she ain't lovin' me)
I ain't really steppin' on a beat, I'ma let it be
Yeah, I'm really peaceful 'til you try to come and fuck with me
(Told ya) I don't really like wearing suits, too ugly
Nunchuck-a, backpack, gunna gunna
Best I ever had, Drizzy Drake, I'll stun her
I won't pull my ass out the fit 'less 500
Putting out so much shit on myself like I run it
Go-go-go-go-goddamn it
Why it never happen with the way I wanna plan it?
Can't stand it
She just wanna drive, and sing songs like Janet
Go-go-go-go-goddamn it
Why it never happen with the way I wanna plan it? (What?)
Can't stand it
She just wanna drive, and sing songs like Janet
I'ma hit it from the back, have her singin' like Janet
She a lil' goth bitch, always listenin' to Panic
I be chillin' in the stu', makin' hits, all damage
If you don't want static, lil' pussy better can it
And I'ma leave 'em with a bandage if he really wanna start shit
Dark bitch grabbin' on my dick, 'boutta scarf it
That bitch showin' neck, now she want me to mark it
BROKIE too freaky, I might nut up in her armpit
Damn bitch, now I got cum on my carpet
Now I'm chillin' out with Wavehi, and you know we makin' hard shit
Now I'm runnin' out of San Fran-, chillin' on a bar, bitch
We cannot fuck wit' your crew, you hangin' wit' a narc bitch
KarmaMob shit, now we aimin' for the stars
No-no-no, bitch, I am not a fibber
She be talkin' bratty 'til I'm up inside her liver
Got a hollow tip, hittin' you from 20 feet away like a Spitter
D-D-Dying Light shit, got a blade on my hip
Got a K with a clip, 'bout as long as my dick
And it stay on my hip 'cause I'm really that bitch
She be fuckin' with the kid like her name was Vermin Viz
I'm a motherfuckin' god when it's comin' to this rap shit
Keep on winnin' like a motherfuckin' habit
B-b-bad lil' bitch wanna try on my jacket
She just wanna drive and sing songs like Janet
Oi, Janet, oh yeah, baby

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