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major flaws - bill wailey lyrics

[verse 1]
b*tches wanna get my d*ck wet in december
nah, i just wanna play ball in september
all my n*ggas want me to break into cribs
nah, just wanna go to spur and eat sum’ ribs
okay, maybe we like to f*ck up a lot of sh*t
i want all my b*tches to be f*ckin’ fit
pull up to the spot with weed in my hand
that i bought with f*ckin’ fifty*rand
n*ggas tryna confuse me like a broke b*tch
now i do drugs, oh now they all wanna snitch
kids tryin’ laugh at bailey now, what the f*ck
everytime i sit on the sofa, i feel like i’m stuck
wanna sit down and learn how to speak sesotho
but i don’t wanna go to that country lesotho
broke n*ggas gotta stay in their motherf*ckin’ lane
broke b*tches better not tryna call my name
womanizer is me, but i don’t steal from them
i sing for the moment, man i feel like eminem
gang gang gotta be us ’cause we be tight
b*tches better f*ck off, i know that’s right
lemme take a moment and sip sum’ barcardi
she likes it like that so i’m gon’ call her cardi
yo, we don’t play with no stupid b*tch, n*gga
check my catalogue ’cause i’m gettin’ bigger
i know i’m great but i’m gon’ get that to detail
b*tch, i bought all my f*ckin’ drip at retail
smokin’ weed illegally at a mothef*ckin’ cave
then i drink some vodka legally by the wave
who got stunned last night, oh, it was logan
now we runnin’ wild jus’ like hulk hogan
she got her hands deep in me like ’em claws
man, i try not to think ’bout my major flaws
[verse 2]
now we at the party n*gga, takin’ lotta shots
don’t worry baby, my n*ggas will connect the dots
but you know me, i drink ’till i pass out
b*tch ass n*gga drink ’till he gon’ wuss out
b*tch, i’m a savage, but i’m not hit row
people askin’ if i’ve forgiven my foes
nope, never, prolly won’t forgive my opps
girls tryna get me to donate blood drops
scared of needles, last one had me crying
the first one made me feel like i was dying
back to the party, now we outchea trappin’
while my n*ggas jus’ wanna get to rappin’
talkin’ to a b*tch while it’s rainin’ outside
she prolly livin’ at that place on the southside
now we talkin’ ’bout suckin’ some d*ck
i can tell by her language, she freaky
young n*gga be takin’ care like i’m drake
young n*gga jus’ made a simple mistake
no need to laugh at me, it was jus’ a skit
but i know in my mind that i got grit
sometimes i think of turnin’ myself off
maybe take my corpse to a f*ckin’ drop*off
but you gotta be thinkin’ of meditation
i feel like these crazy b*tches need medication
one time, this close to a young n*gga expelled
look at my maths lit, then you’ll know i excelled
real n*ggas know i don’t take no prisoners
sometimes i don’t even allow f*ckin’ visitors
never interrupt a n*gga when he be gamin’
f*ck ’em murderers, fake innocence claimin’
people scared of me like i’m a dead man walkin’
sometimes n*gga need to learn to stop talkin’

- bill wailey lyrics

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