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1. |
No Good For Me
03:03
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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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2. |
John Singleton ft. Yogi
02:45
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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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4. |
Tears 4 Gucci ft. Yogi
03:32
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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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6. |
F.R.E.S.H.
02:19
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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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7. |
Do Ya Job
03:06
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8. |
Paid In Full
03:16
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9. |
I Know A Girl
03:06
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10. |
Dopest Flyest
03:06
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12. |
H & R Block
02:50
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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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