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Wait For It
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Wait For It został wydany 2 kwietnia 2025 przez Cedar Lane Sounds jako część albumu Floor Seats To Heaven
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Data wydania2 kwietnia 2025
WytwórniaCedar Lane Sounds
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM95

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deandre Malik Smith
Deandre Malik Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deandre Malik Smith
Deandre Malik Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Anthony
Rick Anthony
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Half a million dollar condo, I bought the building Two years in, made a hundred, then
I flipped it You know I'm a hustler, I don't pray, I go
And get it She was on her knees, but she ain't praying
For forgiveness She can't wait forever, but she'll wait for
It Million dollar cribs, I'll make a way for it
Everything expensive, got a taste for it My dog caught a body, told me pray for him
Baby, we gon' ball forever, hit sak's fifth Grab it all, whatever, you know you my bitch
Exposed her to a new lifestyle, she never lived But every time I leave out her life
She throw a fit She say she wanna hustler, I don't think she
Do Cause when I'm on the road, she always act
A fool Blow a **** up, call a **** up
Say I don't make the time, I don't do enough I'm chasing after paper, that's my only love
But when you out of reach is when these bitches come
I can't pause what I'm chasing, flaws what I'm facing
I don't tell them stay safe, I tell them stay dangerous
****, uh-huh, let's go Yeah, I go retro ones on them
With a low fade, Cartier lenses tinted Cause they throw shade, I can school you
Little **** You get a low grade, bad bitch, see her with me
She got no waist, I don't really be with **** Cause they gon' hate, reasons why I keep it
A hundred **** be so fake, reasons why it's one in the head
I ain't with no games, he ain't got the pussy But tricking **** be so lame
But it's whatever, do what you do, I'ma do it better
When I was down, bad on my luck, it made me better
Started from the bottom, I knew it had to get better
Now I got Louis Vuitton up on my sweater Now I switch Cartier glasses up with the weather
I'm tryna ball forever, my ****, I ain't gon' let up
No time to wait, my ****, you gotta get up
She say she wanna hustler, I don't think she do
Cause when I'm on the road, she always act a fool
Blow a **** up, call a **** up Say I don't make the time, I don't do enough
I'm chasing after paper, that's my only love But when you out of reach is when these bitches
Come I can't pause what I'm chasing, flaws what
I'm facing I don't tell them stay safe, I tell them
Stay dangerous
Written by: Deandre Malik Smith
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