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Wait Till U See What I Got Next Lyrics - Artist : Caskey
Hate when you up
They don't wanna see you at your best Wait till they see what I got coming up next Red dot. Times up. Had enough to get it off your chest But when this next drop Ima lay it all to rest Every time I leave the house I be up again Lot of better things to do than to fuck with him They still down and out bad Dawg what's up with them? Running up another check while they fumbling Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest They been sleeping on me for a hot minute Beats to me like vitamins Popeye when he got spinach Bitch Devil on me say my time ticking This is me and Gods business Dissed me for that 15 minutes of fame it turned to 5 minutes Check the bank account I had to leave the tires spinning Teller telling me there's way too many wires in it Moved to Cali now there's way too many fires in it I just pray my guys winning Gotta keep that iron on my side I ain't iron deficient Homie said he'll catch a body for me he dying to get it Lawyer up in court told me "This ain't the time to be livid" I just saw that list from XXL you gotta be kidding Ima triple X Coming out the gate with all the disrespect Yeah them rappers cool but they ain't me guess y'all don't get it yet They was falling off I dropped and then I brought the city back Ain't tryna be em' anyway I'm tryna be where Diddy at Every time I leave the house I be up again Lot of better things to do than to fuck with him They still down and out bad Dawg what's up with them? Running up another check while they fumbling Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest Wait, shit don't even make no sense to me How you name your time 5 out of Florida and don't mention me? They ain't this inclined lyrically or instrumentally Heard the tape they dropped and it was mid as middle century I'm at the top cause it was meant to be God sent for me The chosen one Jesus Christ was merely just a temp for me The devil told me meet me in the garden where he tempted me I'll sell out the garden for I ever sell my mental peace Meditating on the top of Lamborghinis I can't pick the car I want I hit the eenie meanie I stopped selling drugs made a million off of streaming Ain't no triple beam but I got em all feening I ain't sad about it Winning homie why you mad about it? I ain't have allowance how I end up with the higher balance? Gotta hire new accountants Fire thru the doubters Got the 9 shot 11 times like I blew the towers Shit. Every time I leave the house I be up again Lot of better things to do than to fuck with him They still down and out bad Dawg what's up with them? Running up another check while they fumbling Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest Wait till they see what I got next Ima put it all to rest |
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