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SUNOVA

by Wais P

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[Verse 1: Wais P] I'm active I get excited when a pack flip Come outside to hustle - finish up - spin around and come back drip Grown man no time to argue I'm upping the gat quick You little young gang niggas better know that the Mac spit I'm outta line with it - almost outta time with it That makes me more psycho outta my mind with it My mama always saying I should check into a clinic To be checked out “I’m sorry ma I'm already checked out” Couple more projects labels backing the checks out but I'm my own CEO give a fuck what ur check bout Design my own Nike's and I'm leaving the checks out I ain't checking in no city I’m a thug til I check out I know it sound foul but I ain't got no other choice I only keep it thoro I don't got no other voice and fuck the other side I'm a live my truth Lying might be good for u but it's [Verse 2: Wais P] Get a good look at em Could you fathom Wais floating in a phantom? Singing “Fuck the World” as my anthem .. Ain't nothing random you know what the truth is nigga You in the way of this paper we gone roof this nigga I'm official millions on my itinerary I been a very leery nigga move wrong your buried Fuck that trap a nigga off where his trucks at Leave his ass leaking in his seat before he could bust back I'm swimming in minks - fox furs - you in a muskrat And your baby moms I wouldn't touch that - I’m silly Haters wanna kill me bitches wanna feel me . All I'm trying to do is stack dough and buy realty Rings with v v stones on em size of a TV Put me where the Louie XIII be I grew up so greasy - to fall in to that trap is so easy - but it's
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[Chorus: Yogi] Thats it Thats all Messing up ya head like its bath salts Don’t know til you land on that asphalt I’m talking about that snowfall But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? John Singleton [Verse 1: Wais P] Mask down crash down bricks in the trunk where your cash now? Better not move wrong we spaz out Have us aiming the stick let it blast out And we just trying ta do good bidness Moving like the cartel don't make us pay you a visit Let's do a deal over cognac back of the club Don't worry bout the managers - we own that and it's love Black Caesar in this motherfucker I'm Tommy Gibbs Top hat with the Cuban Ruger right by the ribs Don’t cross dons - that's for all you wild kids It get messy in my market “clean up on aisle 6” Special - I earned my medals earned my stripes All you dudes worried about is earning your likes We make shit happen - fixing the fights If robbing us your bright idea - we clipping your lights [Chorus: Yogi] Thats it Thats all Messing up ya head like its bath salts Don’t know til you land on that asphalt I’m talking about that snowfall But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? John Singleton [Verse 1: Wais P] They killing dudes out in these streets We never let the rats live we finish em where they squeak It ain't a game - I ain't a lame I put in pain for keeps I need a 30 room mansion just to lay up my feet You see me by myself - better know what's under my seat Really piss me off we dumping til it's holes in your Jeep I hope you visualize what I'm saying Hope you could see it Cuz trust me you don't really wanna see it it's squeamish And this ain't shit it ain't quite reach my zenith Flood the block with something that'll have you nodding and leaning or maybe snow bunnies that come out in the evening I come thru see the money break a bitch and I'm leaving Hustling so I guess we thieving Dinner plates on my chain so I guess we eating His mama in a black suit so I guess she grieving He came out playing with that snow now her baby bleeding [Chorus: Yogi] Thats it Thats all Messing up ya head like its bath salts Don’t know til you land on that asphalt I’m talking about that snowfall But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? But it don’t even snow over here So how we get this snowfall? John Singleton
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[Verse 1: Wais P] This the blood of Christ body in my gun blood on my knife What I speak bring dead niggas to life Also it bring truth to the light Heal the blind and give sight These devils got me bathing in the blood of Christ every skin folk ain't your kinfolk I did my bid with respect Otherwise a nigga would've been poked Same way in the streets I bring the beef like it's Uber eats Uber nice with the pen even iller with the Mac-10 When it buck niggas duck like they play in the Pac-10 I was nice when I was young now I'm sicker than back then Working with a lotta hatred Cars mad when I pull up in the spaceship With they bitch and she screaming she pay pimps But another note - another hemisphere I'm a chemist here cooking up an atom bomb gotta keep my cannons warm My wrist surrounded by these carrots like I had a farm Running circles round these cats since 03 I got stamina My women are imported from Sweden - the coke from Panama The roof is panoramic in the Panamera hit the panic room Fire flame flammable - Fendi print animal Spin a nigga op with forty shots crime carousel I pillage with my parables stock on my clavicle - barrel aiming Chris Angel Bullets - shits will vanish you [Chorus: Wais P] It’s the blood of Christ Body on my gun Blood on my knife What we speak bring dead niggas to life Also it bring the truth to the light Heal the blind and give sight These devils got us bathing in the blood of Christ   [Verse 1: Sauce Money] Ghost Writer Shit These iron fours Got me trying yours These ain’t silent weapons for quiet wars Let’s analyze this night in depth Each verse shows you how you might get left Wais P provides the soundtrack for life and death Accidental sightings frighten humanity Like “What’s Happening?” Frantic niggas panicking  even my ops tappin’ in Before you scream “He’s back again” I’ve been anonymously trafficking 1/8 of my acumen Without even half a pen Chickens cluck , parrots they mimic They want the don gone Automatically introductions become your swan song Fly by night, your never “I’m that nice” Didn’t believe you the first time Why would be buy that twice? Now who you really be? Before you get Killed Lacking humility And when your blood gets spilled , guess who? Oh pardon silly me Clumsy, known to strip pretty hoes out of their onesie Me and Wais ride dirty like Pimp C & Bun B Now’s here some information and hope it helps what’s ailing you Nicest MC in the world that’s unavailable So google some other shit cause that’s not gone work And them same godaddy bitches will get you knocked off first Money   [Chorus: Wais P] It’s the blood of Christ Body on my gun Blood on my knife What we speak bring dead niggas to life Also it bring the truth to the light Heal the blind and give sight These devils got us bathing in the blood of Christ
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[Intro: Wais P] Check 1, 2 You know how we do Sunova [Chorus: Yogi] I ain’t gonna shed no Tears for Gucci Tears ,tears Tears for Gucci I got two fingers in the air Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I cry for my  peoples instead Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I’ll let my peoples get this bread Tears, tears Tears for Gucci [Verse 1: Wais P] Diamonds on the perimeter Plates around the neck 
Who coming for dinner? The pimp fuck up a check Bag a bitch then pin her up Keep her getting wet Spinning thru ur block with blickies Creeping on your set I keep hearing killers talking I ain't seen em yet Dior’s on my feet I'm walking Feel like I'm on a jet Twirling in the turbo Porsche(ing)them horses is my pets Married to the money no divorcing til I'm rich Hands in the air let me see ur black fists Black excellence got me paying my momma rent Try to stop that wave you'll be hearing my llama spit I only cry when doves fly and them shits dry No tears til I'm on a tier - waiting to fry Middle finger to the judge before I tell on my guys 19 for the half 38 for the pie If we gone break it down small for the gram 55 Prices going up fly bitches hoeing up Franco ferret Balenciaga we going up Bentleys keep flying Cubans we keep buying champagne pouring up until the feds showing up [Chorus: Yogi] I ain’t gonna shed no Tears for Gucci Tears ,tears Tears for Gucci I got two fingers in the air Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I cry for my  peoples instead Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I’ll let my peoples get this bread Tears, tears Tears for Gucci [Verse 2: Wais P] I bought a foreign in a pandemic I ain't thinking straight Patron neat 3 limes Man I drink it straight Wais P “ a hunnid mill ?” Man I think it's fate I'm bussing bad bitches daily And I think it's taped She asked me for 10 Gs She wanna touch my safe Baby that's a small thing I keep it on my waist right next to the fire arm I named it just in case I don't wanna but I will dump all in your face Her legs in the air ecstasy all in her face I spit so much game she took me back to her place Stockings with the lace Gave her a bump she took a taste Ass on bubble it's trouble finding her waist I ain't really pressed I'm doubling up in Chase TD and Bank of America You should hate Me cuz I'm leaving earth headed outta space Me and all my whoas Back to back in them Wraiths [Chorus: Yogi] I ain’t gonna shed no Tears for Gucci Tears ,tears Tears for Gucci I got two fingers in the air Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I cry for my  peoples instead Tears for Gucci Tears, tears Tears for Gucci I’ll let my peoples get this bread Tears, tears Tears for Gucci
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F.R.E.S.H. 02:19
Every time the words out it turns out -Fresh Pimp with a cane and his curls out- Fresh Every time I touch a stage bring the world out - Fresh Bring your weed and your drink and your girl out- Fresh [Verse 2: Wais P] I don't discuss beef with bitch niggas Keep a young shooter a crip to clip niggas Hope is hopeful I hope I don't have to send him to smoke you I'd rather rock a hope diamond and hope you respect the glare Rick Flair gators You dudes is Triple A hit me when u make the majors There's no need to fear your enemy's gun The weapon in your friends hands more fatal than them Ungh that's a bar for you Stop listening to all that trash Wais P’ ll give the law to you Section 8 get rid of the hate Baby girl get your money if you go on a date And it's 42 a gram 38 for the plate Break it down bag it up or sell it whole for the weight wait..this shit here's only for the real Gs pimps players hustlers and the real thieves [Chorus: Wais P] Every time the words out it turns out -Fresh Pimp with a cane and his curls out- Fresh Every time I touch a stage bring the world out - Fresh Bring your weed and your drink and your girl out- Fresh
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Do Ya Job 03:06
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Paid In Full 03:16
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H & R Block 02:50

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SUNOVA by Wais P is full produced by Team Demo . The album features Lil Fame of M.O.P., Nitty Scott MC, Sauce Money, Yogi and Termanology.

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released February 12, 2021

Artwork by Pat "Pecue" Quinn
Album A & R : Travis "Rerok" Trapp
Mixed and Mastered by Mister Wise at Depth Charge Recording

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Wais P Brooklyn, New York

Born in St. Croix and raised in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.Wais P(pronounced Wise P) has established his own lane of pimp infused east coast lyricism dubbed “pimp-hop". Wais’s history dates back to appearing on Jay-Z’s Hard Knock Life album as a teen and securing a record contract with Def Jam. To date Wais has collaborated with DJ Premier, Snoop Dogg, Statik Selektah & countless others. ... more

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