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Scene (Mess) Video (MV)




Performed By: wabey
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Kabey Bates
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wabey - Scene (Mess) Lyrics




I'm spendin' his cash so I don't got no motherf*ckin' credit
Hoes tryna date so I told her to date it I was gettin' married, we stood up the wedding
Talked to the scene, leavin' a mess Heatseekers spillin' straight out the tank
Like he need a nap, but we put on the rest Rest, rest

I smoke a Zod, you can see it, my eyes all red Pop out the cover, that chopper, it just ain't fair
Told her, bitch, cut up my layer I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece
Slip back to the hood and then we got the hunnid We got the hunnid

Them boys got the runnin' I hit him with some
Fifty round, he get right out the drum Just havin' fun
I bet you them bullets gon' punch his lungs She could be the one, but I just wouldn't know
She put her ass on the floor Check out the check, I swear I'm on the roll

Come in the chopper, get chapped for a pole One take to my niggas, I don't go
I'm a real killer, they don't want a joke Don't want a joke, don't want a joke
Don't want a joke, don't want a joke Don't want a joke, don't want a joke
Don't want a joke, don't want a joke

I'm spendin' his cash so I don't got no motherf*ckin' credit
Hoes tryna date so I told her to date it I was gettin' married, we stood up the wedding
Talked to the scene, leavin' a mess Heatseekers spillin' straight out the tank
He did it now, but we put on the rest, rest, rest

I was lookin' side, you could see it, my eyes all red
Pop out the cover of that chopper, it just ain't fair
Told her, be kind of my lair I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece

Slip back to the hood and then we got the hunnid
Markler on all of my shooters and A for my doulas
That's why I got a ruler I don't need a tutor
I count all them digits Know you see me winnin

I know you wanna be with it, but you cannot hang with the gang
Speak on my name, shit like Bloody Mary You do not wanna play this game
I took your hoe and I'm poppin' a cherry Niggas got guns, don't scare me
Bullets like 3D, they sit in your face Case closed, broke out a Glock and a Draco

Drinkin' that boy a lil' halo She told you to deal when I say so
Diamonds dance, I'm a real deal raver I cannot do you no favors
Exotic, it come with a flavor
I'm spendin' his cash, so I don't got no more f*ckin' credit

Hoes tryna date, so I told her to debt it I'm gettin' married, we shoot up the wedding
Hoes in the scene, leavin' a mess He's sick, it's feelin' straight outta text
Like he need a nap, but we put on the rest Rest, rest
I smoke a Zod, you can see it, my eyes all red I'm about to cover that child, but it just ain't fair

Told him it come to my lair I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece
Slip back to the hood and now we got the hunnid
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English

I'm spendin' his cash so I don't got no motherf*ckin' credit
Hoes tryna date so I told her to date it I was gettin' married, we stood up the wedding
Talked to the scene, leavin' a mess Heatseekers spillin' straight out the tank
Like he need a nap, but we put on the rest Rest, rest

I smoke a Zod, you can see it, my eyes all red Pop out the cover, that chopper, it just ain't fair
Told her, bitch, cut up my layer I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece
Slip back to the hood and then we got the hunnid We got the hunnid

Them boys got the runnin' I hit him with some
Fifty round, he get right out the drum Just havin' fun
I bet you them bullets gon' punch his lungs She could be the one, but I just wouldn't know
She put her ass on the floor Check out the check, I swear I'm on the roll

Come in the chopper, get chapped for a pole One take to my niggas, I don't go
I'm a real killer, they don't want a joke Don't want a joke, don't want a joke
Don't want a joke, don't want a joke Don't want a joke, don't want a joke
Don't want a joke, don't want a joke

I'm spendin' his cash so I don't got no motherf*ckin' credit
Hoes tryna date so I told her to date it I was gettin' married, we stood up the wedding
Talked to the scene, leavin' a mess Heatseekers spillin' straight out the tank
He did it now, but we put on the rest, rest, rest

I was lookin' side, you could see it, my eyes all red
Pop out the cover of that chopper, it just ain't fair
Told her, be kind of my lair I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece

Slip back to the hood and then we got the hunnid
Markler on all of my shooters and A for my doulas
That's why I got a ruler I don't need a tutor
I count all them digits Know you see me winnin

I know you wanna be with it, but you cannot hang with the gang
Speak on my name, shit like Bloody Mary You do not wanna play this game
I took your hoe and I'm poppin' a cherry Niggas got guns, don't scare me
Bullets like 3D, they sit in your face Case closed, broke out a Glock and a Draco

Drinkin' that boy a lil' halo She told you to deal when I say so
Diamonds dance, I'm a real deal raver I cannot do you no favors
Exotic, it come with a flavor
I'm spendin' his cash, so I don't got no more f*ckin' credit

Hoes tryna date, so I told her to debt it I'm gettin' married, we shoot up the wedding
Hoes in the scene, leavin' a mess He's sick, it's feelin' straight outta text
Like he need a nap, but we put on the rest Rest, rest
I smoke a Zod, you can see it, my eyes all red I'm about to cover that child, but it just ain't fair

Told him it come to my lair I drop a dime on a dime piece
Then we makin' love on the money I drop the dime on a five piece
Slip back to the hood and now we got the hunnid
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Writer: Kabey Bates
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