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Wangbodaghe Lyrics by Bure

2018

[Verse 1]
They don't really know where I be
Boy, I be running free
Young blood, I got the key
Just sit back and pree the master go to work
I done been put down in the dirt
Maverick, I don't fadeway like Dirk
Ain't Stormzy, but there's niggas I can murk
Oh yeah, the skies are turning grey
And I got this little time to pray
But I gotta worry bout schoolwork and them bills, man
I ain't got no time to play
Who have I got to call when all you motherfuckers wanna see me fall?
You down there when I stand like ten feet tall
Just letting you know that I ain't fucking with you niggas at all
Niggas try to be stunting
But I look at them and realize these niggas is nothing
Serve you niggas on a platter like that Thanksgiving stuffing
Man, you crying over shit, man you niggas is bugging
Keep your enemies close, but your family closer
Running through your bitch, call me a bulldozer
Bout to go off, man you niggas be soft
I ain't built like you niggas, from that different cloth, yeah

[Chorus (x2)]
One for my g-pa's, Dom and So
One for my g-ma's, Bibi and Flo
Aunties, uncles, cousins and that
My parents and siblings are where the real thing's at
You don't really know where I come from
Pick one, nigga, you be so dumb
ATL, NGA, ABZ, that's me
Well fuck you, I'ma rep all three

[Verse 2]
Ain't no one got the juice like me, ay
No Kermit sippin' tea
Praying up to God on one knee
Watch my shit in 3D
I'm going huntin'
I'ma stand for something or die for nothing
You know I'm all about that tender loving
You better watch for the GOAT 'cause that is what I'm becoming
Doin' it at my age, I'm the best, ay
I'm just bout to sit here and flex, ooh
I'm still on this never-ending quest, ay
To the greats I'ma pay respects, ooh
Yeah, siwtch the flow up
I know you dudes done torn it from the floor up
How you talking all that shit but never show up?
Letting you know that I'm coming for your nose, bruh
Look, it don't matter where you go
Just know, you know your boy coming for your throat, pause
Put you niggas in body bags, sling 'em on my shoulder, you just call me motherfucking Santa Clause
Boy you know the streets is hungry, I'm trying to feed 'em
Boy, I got these songs cookin' up, they trying to eat 'em
Old boy, where your crew at? I'm trying to see 'em
Ain't no Mike Jack, but I got these niggas trying to

[Chorus (x2)]
One for my g-pa's, Dom and So
One for my g-ma's, Bibi and Flo
Aunties, uncles, cousins and that
My parents and siblings are where the real thing's at
You don't really know where I come from
Pick one, nigga, you be so dumb
ATL, NGA, ABZ, that's me
Well fuck you, I'ma rep all three


[Bridge]
And sometimes I stray away from the fam and I do it for days
And I was trying to make it out, fam first always
Look at my life and I'm feeling astounded
Look at this knife, I don't like how that sounded
The wolves is coming, that's why I'm feeling so hounded
My fam the only reason that I stay grounded
Ain't no reason to fight
Ain't no reason why we can't live together, yeah black and white
We all deserve a chance to fight for our right, you know, so our future can be bright, yeah
All of that, in spite
We can't do it with the carrot in the house of white
Shed a light on these issues, don't be living in fright
Open our eyes wide like a deer in headlights, yo

[Verse 3]
You know what my mama told me (mama)
Always be the shepard, not the sheep (lead)
Nothing in this world is for free (pricey)
I'ma put one up for Lil Peep (xanies)
You alreadu know what's happening (huh?)
Run up on you, shoot you like a dragon (fire)
Wilding out on my Nick Cannon (Wilding)
Don't let me catch none of you niggas lacking (bleh)
I'm way too far, you know I've been ahead
ATL where I'm born, ABZ is where I lay my head
Naija, I got most the family living there
We gotta come together, we don't need despair
Fire in the mountain, and Bure's coming to snatch it up
Smash it up, maybe even thrash it up
Behind the back pass, Steve Nash it up

[Chorus (x2)]
Look, one for my g-pa's, Dom and So
One for my g-ma's, Bibi and Flo
Aunties, uncles, cousins and that
My parents and siblings are where the real thing's at
You don't really know where I come from
Pick one, nigga, you be so dumb
ATL, NGA, ABZ, that's me
Well fuck you, I'ma rep all three

[Outro]
Well fuck you, I'ma rep all three
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About “Wangbodaghe” by Bure

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