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just saying - rod wave lyrics

[intro]
ooh
i be runnin’ up that check, chasin’ the bag
n*ggas think that they got next, i’m on that ass
ooh, ayy

[chorus]
i be runnin’ up that check, chasin’ a bag (chasin’ that bag)
n*ggas think that they got next, i’m on that ass (i’m on that ass)
life a b*tch with one*sixty on the dash
big homie told me, “woadie spun off ‘fore you crash” (‘fore you crash)
“you livin’ a little too fast”
feds watchin’, [?], and the feds got him
see, if he come home, it’s a d*mn problem
’cause he stuck himself ’cause the feds got you
you want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
she a freak, she for everybody
she gon’ freak for them red bottoms

[post*chorus]
ayy, woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
and woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
and woah*oh*oh, ayy

[verse]
i can’t love her, she for everybody
it’s a shame what they do for them red bottoms
it’s the shame how they play, better headshot him
it’s a shame what they say when the feds pop up
it’s my d*mn problem, n*ggas get caught with them narcotics
i understand that you got the bands, but i ain’t see a man beat the f*ckin’ feds since john gotti
but i feel that something ain’t right
but i feel, f*ck this sh*t, it’s life
and shawty out in the cold, a n*gga since ice
so i feel you need me in your life
n*ggas hidden rumors, ain’t that f*ckin’ stupid
reachin’ for my cuban, i’m gon’ f*ckin’ shoot you
runnin’ up them bands for the future, here go thirty cash, but i f*ckin’ blew it
i been runnin’ to it, runnin’ through it like a athlete
jump through your window like a track meet
i be prayin’ to god they don’t sn*tch me
[chorus]
i be runnin’ up that check, chasin’ the bag (chasin’ that bag)
n*ggas think that they got next, i’m on that ass (i’m on that ass)
life a b*tch with one*sixty on the dash
big homie told me, “woadie spun off ‘fore you crash” (‘fore you crash)
“you livin’ a little too fast”
feds watchin’, [?], and the feds got him
see, if he come home, it’s a d*mn problem
’cause he stuck himself ’cause the feds got you
you want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
she a freak, she for everybody
she gon’ freak for them red bottoms

[post*chorus]
ayy, woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
and woah*oh (ayy, ayy)
and woah*oh*oh, ayy

- rod wave lyrics

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