Waitin Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Punch)
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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
So they looking for me
They don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have to get me
Come get me
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Damn shame, why they let me get a champagne, uh
The young can produce thunder, I make black rain, uh
Blood stain saw all over his black range, uh
Catch him at the lights to turn off his lights mane
Life been treating me right so I can't complain, uh
Career 'bout to take flight, G4 plane (Yep)
I stunt niggas growth in this rap shit
Suggest you react quick or invest in some globe games
I'm propane and hard liquor, bow down to who
What nigga, toss bullets like flea flickers
To the fullest, I'ma get it to the core
And they tape pictures, yellow tape, stretched out, inches
I can't wait like the first day of school
Waking up, three in the morning, looking at my shoes
But this time around, I be looking are my tool
Wiping it down, [?] every other commercial now
Hold my mom, it's nothing to hurt you
Two straps on my side, I'm looking like [?], blaw
Did I do that, yes I did
I told you the truth, cause no witnesses, I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger fingers over one bomb, let it breathe
So they looking for me
They don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have to get me
Come get me
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Damn shame, why they let me get a champagne, uh
The young can produce thunder, I make black rain, uh
Blood stain saw all over his black range, uh
Catch him at the lights to turn off his lights mane
Life been treating me right so I can't complain, uh
Career 'bout to take flight, G4 plane (Yep)
I stunt niggas growth in this rap shit
Suggest you react quick or invest in some globe games
I'm propane and hard liquor, bow down to who
What nigga, toss bullets like flea flickers
To the fullest, I'ma get it to the core
And they tape pictures, yellow tape, stretched out, inches
I can't wait like the first day of school
Waking up, three in the morning, looking at my shoes
But this time around, I be looking are my tool
Wiping it down, [?] every other commercial now
Hold my mom, it's nothing to hurt you
Two straps on my side, I'm looking like [?], blaw
Did I do that, yes I did
I told you the truth, cause no witnesses, I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger fingers over one bomb, let it breathe
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