Last-Dude - Wow (MASHUP) lyrics

Nah, nah, oh, nah nah, nah, oh, nah
Last-Dude on the track
Last-Dude on the track, bitch (Ayy)

New Givenchy with the Rollie
Flooded, wow, wow, wow
Demons want me, chopper on me
Blow 'em down, down, down
Fuck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now
Now
Pray to God I never come, come down, down
Down new Givenchy with the Rollie
Flooded, wow, wow, wow
Demons want me, chopper on me
Blow 'em down, down, down
Fuck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now
Now
Pray to God I never come-come down, down
Down

I just spent a hundred on a double cup
(Double cup)
Sucking on me, say it when I fucking up
(Fucking up)
Fucking on me, molly got me fucking up
(Fucking up)
(Lil Peep, shawty, lеt me fuck it up)
GothBoiClique in the back of thе Vic
Can't drop no racks on a bitch (Ayy)
Baby, I'ma crash in the whip (Ayy)
On my suicide shit with a suicide bitch
(Okay, okay)

Criss-cross applesauce
Ride up on my croggy, uh
Eat the plate, no Rick Ross
I got some ape, no Harambe, uh
Nobody sayin', that she said
She wanna tug my denim, mm
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my motherfuckin' banknote
Okay, like, are you okay, Annie?
In a Phantom like I'm Danny, huh
I'm tryna fuck your granny
Tryna get Dagger Dick in her whole panties
Huh said she really wanna touch eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd, rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm flippin' the bird, the bird is the word
Huh

New Givenchy with the Rollie
Flooded, wow, wow, wow
Demons want me, chopper on me
Blow 'em down, down, down
Fuck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now
Now
Pray to God I never come, come down, down
Down new Givenchy with the Rollie
Flooded, wow, wow, wow
Demons want me, chopper on me
Blow 'em down, down, down
Fuck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now
Now
Pray to God I never come-come down, down
Down

If you want it, come and get it
I come from the trenches, ayy
Niggas thought that I was kiddin' till
I upped that Smith & ayy
I be beatin' up the kitten
When I'm fucking bitches, ayy
I may fuck your bitch, dismiss 'em
I don't even miss 'em, ayy (Yeh)

Jumping out the bat cave
Just like Bruce Wayne
Kickin' shit like Liu Kang my plug Palupé
Big racks on us, blue thangs
Big blues, no clues, yay
Your bitch like to choose, ayy
But that's your boo, ain't it?

Bitch, I'm not your hubby, uh
I don't even want you to touch me
Fifty K on this outfit, floss
I do that shit in public
Nigga I ain't with the fussin'
Or the fighting at all
I keep the ratchet on me, uh
Bullet hole in his head
And now they wanna call the feds
Now I'm getting out the jail, yeah (Uh)
Back to the cash flow
Three nines 'til the world blow

New Givenchy with the Rollie
Flooded, wow, wow, wow
Demons want me, chopper on me
Blow 'em down, down, down
Fuck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now
Now
Pray to God I never come, come down, down
Down