Wavetime 2 – MASTERMIND lyrics

Lyrics Wavetime 2 – MASTERMIND

Wavetime 2 lyrics
Death round the corner you don t know when it gon creep up
I lost my n***a since then I ain t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly you get eat up
And tell my lil n***a “I ain t no preacher”
But f**k these bitches get this money don t please her
I m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I m smoking flavours none of that amnesia

I had to put them on a wave time
Ozone space time
Six figure figure chain on me when I stage dive
I stay running up these cheques on my day grind
And I m never switching up sides I m with the same slides
I m with the K9 s we ain t on no playtime
Shopping with my son I gotta keep it on my waistline
Beat it I never eat it if she ate mine
Deep s**t but they don t deep it until the drapes fly
.. s**t I put my heart soul into it baby
Progress I trust the process where it gon take me
No stress I went from homeless to gettin paid G
Out-outside we did the frontline when s**t s crazy
Anyone that hurt anybody .. made me
Life in these streets it can turn a boy brazy
She sent me nudes like she working for page 3
I get this cake like my first name Paigey (Lets go)

Death round the corner you don t know when it gon creep up
I lost my n***a since then I ain t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly you get eat up
And tell my lil n***a “I ain t no preacher”
But f**k these bitches get this money don t please her
I m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I m smoking flavours none of that amnesia

Death round the corner you don t know when it gon creep up
That s why my niggas toasting every time we meet up
Man I been rapping so long should put my feet up
But would the game be the same without me? Huh (Me huh)
Manny gal love my accent and I love hers (Love hers)
She just want a London boy on top of covers (Covers)
Told shawty we can-we can t be lovers (Lovers)
Tryna beat gimme brain I got no rubbers
Flavours you don t know bout grub my G
That s not Cali you got bumped my G
Weed in me plus the alcohol yeah I m lit bro
Hayfever alone kills my nose I don t sniff coke
No sike Chippy grew up in a tough hood
So every time I hear “Die Young” I touch wood
More money more gyal more P s ..
Might get a massage in my sheets tonight

Death round the corner you don t know when it gon creep up
I lost my n***a since then I ain t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly you get eat up
And tell my lil n***a “I ain t no preacher”
But f**k these bitches get this money don t please her
I m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I m smoking flavours none of that amnesiaaa

Stripper bowl lyrics