take off - wallabe lyrics
[chorus: wallabe]
take off, brakes off in the benz truck
moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
cutting b*tches off, i don’t need a d*mn sword
got me counting all my losses, b*tch, i ain’t count none
that jet black whip that disappear quick
that sl!cked back wrist snap a b*tch like a kitkat
get that, switch that, sit on my hip
when a b*tch bad, take her on a date, make a b*tch mad
[verse 1: wallabe]
’cause i got racks in the bank, got cash in the tank
if she gotta fat ass, imma smash on the brakes
’cause i’m tryna find out how much d*ck she could take
’cause imma thumb my bands just to give her a taste
hundred thousand on me, hundred xans in my pocket
got a watch, it’s worth a milly, throw it up like a rocket
i don’t clock in, “get a job,” i’m busy moshing
i don’t say i’m from the projects when my mom got hеavy pockets
imma lock in, never stopping, imma c*ck it, imma pop it (c*ck it, pop it)
got a brand nеw album, imma drop it and i ain’t never out of stock
got the highest of demands, got designer on my c*ck
and imma hop in a c*ckpit, throwing up bills, crash out in the mosh pit (crash out)
imma beat his ass, talking that smack
get packed, f*cker gon’ see the past
racks on my d*ck impressing these b*tches, imma make it last
throwing her fatty back on my lap, i put it in her ass
[verse 2: wallabe]
cause i got racks on my valen, b*tch
i’m a fashion*thropologist
send him back to the future, b*tch
i’m a p*ssy demolisher
got me standing on business, write a formal apology
to my favorite college, b*tch, tell her man i ain’t sorry
’cause imma give her some miles, and she gon give me neurology
put it on and i livin’ it, take your b*tch telepathically
imma cash out while giving d*ck, imma crash out angelically
’cause i’m catching the difference between the hating and jealousy
if you really gon’ mess with me, we can say you gon’ rest in peace
got me writing the recipe
make these b*tches obsessed
but they already obsessed
so, i’m obsessing over bread and cheese
livin’ low stress ’cause i’m blessin’ just by doing me
[chorus: wallabe]
take off, brakes off in the benz truck
moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
cutting b*tches off, i don’t need a d*mn sword
got me counting all my losses, b*tch, i ain’t count none
that jet black whip that disappear quick
that sl!cked back wrist snap a b*tch like a kitkat
get that, switch that, sit on my hip
when a b*tch bad, take her on a date, make a b*tch mad
[verse 3: shayden belgarde]
standing on business, i’m in the corner petting chickens
i’m working on fitness while you’re a bum staying b*tchless
i don’t wanna hear sh*t, you’re a mega yapper g*nius
don’t say it again, imma get second hand embarrassment
homie ethan spitting some bars, he give me inspo’
imma start rapping again, on a real note
lebron got a voice for rapping, on the real though
he need to stop balling and sign a f*cking label
[bridge: wallabe]
i got some d*ck cheese
but i’m so fabulous that shawty still wanna l!ck these
i hop out the urus and drop a milly on a wrist piece
but we ain’t even started yet, this the first piece
[chorus: wallabe]
take off, brakes off in the benz truck
moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
cutting b*tches off, i don’t need a d*mn sword
got me counting all my losses, b*tch, i ain’t count none
that jet black whip that disappear quick
that sl!cked back wrist snap a b*tch like a kitkat
get that, switch that, sit on my hip
when a b*tch bad, take her on a date, make a b*tch mad
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