Top Songs By Waylin Flaza
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Waylen Fairclough
Songwriter
Jazz Aurora
Songwriter
Christopher Green
Songwriter
Lyrics
CENSORED Dialogue:
My moods swanging
Like a Caddy with the spokes
I will gladly beat you badly
I am not a nice bloke
Choke you out
I’m asthmatic with the smoke
I knew that you move funny
Before you ever spoke
Waylin Flaza:
That breitling on my wrist?
Visible
The bitch you like to flex?
Minimal
That green up on yo neck?
Laughable
The fuck up out here man
Outta go
Acting like uh bitch now
Prolly gonna bitch out
One big difference
Between I, always hit up
Neva meet my eye
Bitches always actin timid
Ceiling over rise
Mine shatter wit no limits
Thats prolly al beeause
I been poppin off
All the music sound like napalm
Say some
Different and u face is meeting my Palm
I dom
These trix who ain't neva face no Problem
I'm one
Bitches treat me like uh fuckin star Bruh
I'm not
I just always hold it down
Bitches like uh man
That be takin good care of
His self
Down foe bout uh minute
Now I'm back here with all smiles
I ain't here to fuckin witness
Ay I'm here to take the crown
That breitling on my wrist?
Visible
The bitch you like to flex?
Minimal
That green up on yo neck?
Laughable
Fuck up out here man
Outta go
All Out
We taking bitches all out
Our house
We kicking all the walls down
Ah man
Neva been the one to call out
Nah man
But you fucking brought the dogs Out
All Out
We taking bitches all out
Our house
We kicking all the walls down
Ah man
Neva been the one to call out
Nah man
But you fucking brought the dogs Out
I ain't fuck with dummy's
Little fuck with envy
And was hatin
I brought all the caliber
While he pretend he ain't Complacent
Lil boy strut
What you do
When u talk nd still wobble when u Fuckin walk
I dont manage little boyz so humble
CENSORED Dialogue:
I knew that you move funny
Before you ever spoke
Walk up to my bestie
Being creepy, tryna grope
Zuckerburg my blade
**** you can get poked
I got something better
Your existence is a joke
Call my **** bleep
Cuz he really tote a pole
Say bye to your hopes
Grab a shovel n the rope
First you acted bold
Tell me homie, what’s the hold
Last thing that you see
Is my smile flicker gold
Waylin Flaza:
All Out
We taking bitches all out
Our house
We kicking all the walls down
Ah man
Neva been the one to call out
Nah man
But you fucking brought the dogs out
Written by: Christopher Green, Jazz Aurora, Waylen Fairclough