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Wrapper (Feat. Microwave Man)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrapper (Feat. Microwave Man) è stato pubblicato il 25 aprile 2025 da MBC The label come parte dell'album Checkmate
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Data di uscita25 aprile 2025
EtichettaMBC The label
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BPM84

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Testi

(Okay, K Money)
'Cause if I grab it, gotta bust it off the rapper
He know I grab it, he gon' bust it off the
Off my mama
Bitch
L-A-1-5-6-6
Chain, chain, fifty, 'nother fifty on a diamond pendant (That's a dollar)
You need some help with your bags, I'm a flight attendant (I'm from America)
You postin' guns on the net, won't get the right attention (Dummy)
You must be talkin' 'bout some M's to get my attention (What up?)
Ayy, man, I be trippin', but I don't miss countin' (Nah)
You gotta grab at least a hunnid to get discounted (A hunnid)
That's with anything, food or the jelly beans
Damn, got half my money, y'all believe anything
I can sell anything, you get sold any weed (Dummy)
Ayy, I make the number, I control everything (How I want it)
You play with us, we droppin' heavy cheese (On yo' ass)
I feel like Mike Amiri, I done sold heavy jeans (That's a look)
I hit hoes plenty free, I done froze everything (What?)
Suited from the West Coast, I throwed everything (Woah, woah)
After yo' big brother taught you, showed you everything (Good)
You just done went in there and told them people everything
Bust it out the wrapper (Woo), sit it on the table (Yeah)
Mix it with the, see what it take
Oh, you got the, drop it in the
Twist it in a circle, see what it make
So you got the blues, I heard you up in
Let's run to a M, see who win the race
Four hundred in jewels (Aight), this ain't nothin' new (Dawg)
You can't fuck with the crew, blew the face
Play with the poles, came up scrapin' the bowl
All these **** know, try me, I'm snatchin' yo' soul (Snatchin' yo' soul)
Coulda bought me a Rolls, but I spent that on the low (Low)
I can see it in his face that that **** a foe (****)
Double up, triple up, on parole with them switches tucked
These **** bitches, huh, actin' like they killers, huh
I'm one of them ****, huh, fastest how we flippin', huh
They doin' it for mentions, nah, million dollar business, nah
Rudy, that's my lil' cousin (Cousin)
So I'ma get you dropped, it ain't gon' cost 'em nothin' (Ain't gon' cost 'em shit)
Prescription drugs make a lot of sense (A lot of sense)
We buyin' all the blues in the De La Spence (A lot of Spence)
If Golden Sun tell we goin' back to jail (Back to jail)
Unless that shit match the album sales (Album sales)
REC scale with a brick and a new press (New press)
In the middle of my hood, I'm one of the best
Bust it out the wrapper (Woo), sit it on the table (Yeah)
Mix it with the, see what it take
Oh, you got the, drop it in the, twist it in a circle, see what it make
So you got the blues, I heard you up in
Let's run to a M, see who win the race
Four hundred in jewels, this ain't nothin' new
You can't fuck with the crew, blue the face
Written by: Derrick Rendles Jr
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