Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wait a Minute , by - Phresher. Release date: 17.11.2016
Song language: English
Wait a Minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| One God damn minute |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Big head Jimmy Neutron |
| Fuck a bitch on a futon |
| Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved |
| Nigga this ain’t Groupon |
| Do my dirt all by my lonely |
| All my bitches know we homies |
| If I pull up with my bitch hoes better act like they don’t know me |
| All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex |
| One point got an index |
| Smash your ass like an insect |
| So you better be cool |
| Shawty better be nude |
| When I walk in the room |
| She know she fuckin' with a goon |
| Did at the same time |
| My third leg got hang time |
| Bang, bang, bang time |
| Game face when it’s game time |
| Dora |
| Got her screamin' like a whore-a |
| She keep beggin' me to stop |
| But she really want more-a |
| Dirty soap contradicted |
| But the dick’s so addictive |
| Homie how could you blame her? |
| Her hand dealt like Kramer |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| One God damn minute |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| I’m a Timbs bitch, got my boots on |
| Got the ex-cons in the Yukon |
| I don’t steal, bitch, I kill bitch |
| 'Bout to catch me a new charges |
| Same bitches try to call me |
| That’s how I knew y’all was phony |
| I be putting in that work, taking 'em to church |
| 'Cause I leave 'em holy |
| Will I smoke this bitch? |
| Yes |
| Probably fail my piss test |
| Get rid of those fake breasts |
| And put a vest on this bitch chest |
| It’s lunch time, she food |
| I’m Troy Ave with that tool |
| Both hands on it like noon |
| Remy Ma, I’m a goon |
| The city big, I’m state time |
| I’m snatching wigs like waistlines |
| Crack a bitch with my cellphone |
| Really put her on Facetime |
| That ghostwriter bout to call her |
| That lifeline getting shorter |
| R.I.P Biggie Smalls |
| Why the fuck they ain’t warn her? |
| I was cooking in the kitchen |
| I was minding my business |
| Now I gotta get gangster |
| Cause these bitches is haters |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| One God damn minute |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Boy, now what’s the issue? |
| You gonna make me get with you |
| You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| I got big paper I’m spendin' |
| I get to flashin' on 'em, my whip blasted on 'em, I mean any nigga can get it |
| That’s 30 in the extendo |
| I had your bitch in the end zone |
| Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone |
| Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone |
| I’m so good with the hoes |
| I pulled up in the Rolls |
| With my diamonds blinkin' like strobes |
| In a Kanye shirt with holes |
| I’m blowin' paper like debt |
| My niggas in here strapped |
| They’ll bust, you won’t bust back |
| That’s why I act how I act |
| I see it oh, so, clear |
| You niggas ain’t really-really with this shit |
| Got me thinkin' I really, really, really run this bitch |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait a minute |
| One God damn minute |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait, wait, wait, a minute |
| I start shit then I finish |
| Hard head I don’t listen |
| Diamonds on my wrist glisten |
| Nigga let me count ya minutes |