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WWUS? Video (MV)




Performed By: Wyatt
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Wyatt Hawkins
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Wyatt - WWUS? Lyrics
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I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Like bitch, how tf I'm supposed to know how this wine taste
Shit was runnin smooth 'fore you came and ruined my day
Every time I walk up over here you ask for five things
Why can't you just sit up in that chair and have a fine day
At a different table tho I've got a fine lil chick
Imma do my thing and shoot my shot in this bitch
I know that I'm in because the eyes that she give
Let's get out this place and take our time with this shit
I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Yeah the table's set for two but I ain't out on no date
I'll punch in and make a tune I punch in and go cray
When I say I made it happen imma say it was not today
Think you doin' yourself a f*ckin fav when you out the way
This ain't the same thing
As what you all been catching in this day and age
Imma stay here reppin' ain't gon play the game
I get all invested and obey the sage
Lately I feel different in this bitch
I feel like I got a shot, think I got a shot at this
I don't care to be involved, you can leave me out that shit
You can leave it unresolved, you can leave it to that bitch
I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Like bitch, how tf I'm supposed to know how this wine taste
Shit was runnin smooth 'fore you came and ruined my day
Every time I walk up over here you ask for five things
Why can't you just sit up in that chair and have a fine day
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I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Like bitch, how tf I'm supposed to know how this wine taste
Shit was runnin smooth 'fore you came and ruined my day
Every time I walk up over here you ask for five things
Why can't you just sit up in that chair and have a fine day
At a different table tho I've got a fine lil chick
Imma do my thing and shoot my shot in this bitch
I know that I'm in because the eyes that she give
Let's get out this place and take our time with this shit
I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Yeah the table's set for two but I ain't out on no date
I'll punch in and make a tune I punch in and go cray
When I say I made it happen imma say it was not today
Think you doin' yourself a f*ckin fav when you out the way
This ain't the same thing
As what you all been catching in this day and age
Imma stay here reppin' ain't gon play the game
I get all invested and obey the sage
Lately I feel different in this bitch
I feel like I got a shot, think I got a shot at this
I don't care to be involved, you can leave me out that shit
You can leave it unresolved, you can leave it to that bitch
I think they mad at me
Because I'm too late
I worked like seven days bitch, what would you say?
I'm just as sick of this as you but just can't say the wrong thing
And imma keep it real with you I gotta keep my bills paid
Like bitch, how tf I'm supposed to know how this wine taste
Shit was runnin smooth 'fore you came and ruined my day
Every time I walk up over here you ask for five things
Why can't you just sit up in that chair and have a fine day
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Writer: Wyatt Hawkins
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