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Free WBC (feat. Lxrd Kydd) Video (MV)




Performed By: Dt.
Language: English
Length: 4:21
Written by: Leslie Rolfe




Dt. - Free WBC (feat. Lxrd Kydd) Lyrics




I got bands, I got liquor, I got weed, I got cars, I got cash, everything we'd ever need
A crib out in the city, somewhere we can rest our sins
But till the day we ready, I'm gon' have to do my thing
But I be waitin', till we ready, I be waitin'

Gettin' closer to the Lord, workin' on communication
I be waitin', till you ready, I be waitin'
Over here meditatin', niggas clap, no hesitation
First off, free my nigga W.C

We be livin' privately, which I'll be talkin' publicly
Come f*ck with me, I'll show you how it's done proper
Club rocker, blunt stalker, callin' me a young popper
Niggas brung choppers to them fist fights

At war like we the head, ice party from A.M. to P.M
Then back to midnight, this the life, this the life
I wouldn't trade it, she told you she needed space
She came to my crib, it's spacious

This drink that I'm drinkin', this thing that I'm flamin'
I'm thinkin', I'm bailin' and wastin'
I'm pacin' and pacin' and anxious, you come to me gracious
Forcin' me to fall in love with you

Studios and clubs with you, punctuations ain't punctual
But f*ck it though, f*ck it though, it's part of the ride I'm takin'
All this shit we got is real, we might just revive the nation
Disvendicating, divination penetrating

God is getting payments, bidding statements
Midwest administration, get it baby
I said you all I'd ever need, forgive me for my greed
I'm trying to do my thing, it was foreseen in my teens

One day I'll be a king, another day another dollar
Let the scene up on the screen
Ain't got no option but to go and get it
Split that blunt and then stuff something in it

She tellin' me it's been a minute
Throwin' up that EPT and we blowin' up and you know
Uh, it's like I'm here facin' a standstill
Or I just threw the best shit away in a landfill

It's crazy anticipations keepin' your man here
Dreams filled with sub-machines cause I heard that they can't kill
Now I'm coastin' and blowin' this purple boat
And I'm feelin' like it's the ocean down below em'

That wave got, I chose the game and you play hard
A different battle with the same scars
Can't even fathom with all this shit that's been happenin'
I'm feelin' like you givin' up and I'm so attached

I keep fallin' back, I don't give a f*ck
I hope this is enough
Baby girl this isn't us
I know I let you down and the nigga f*cked up the trust

Now as I'm rollin' up hopin' that I can fly away
All this overthinkin', I need to just get my mind to break
At least I took the time to say that you're the one I'm missin'
These hoes out here runnin', that's why you lead in the pole position

Word up
I said you all I'd ever need
Forgive me for my greed
I'm tryin' to do my thing

It's what's been seen in my teens
One day I'll be a king
Another day, another dollar, another scene up on that screen
Ain't got no option but to go and get it

Split that blunt and then stuff somethin' in it
She tellin' me it's been a minute
Goin' up, that EPT we blowin' up and you know
Earn it though, hit the mall and purchase clothes

Store owners wanna see a baller back, that's where the road
Seen them at the top, got to grindin' and reverse them rolls
We livin' in movies out, while y'all boys rehearse them rolls
Reverse the rolls, park the Maybach

Won't be long till I say that
Crackin' every song you play back
What we charge, they gon' pay that
We more than active

Hennessy bottles loud, package boardin' passes
And this music shit support the happy
I got bags, I got liquor, I got weed, I got cars, I got cash
Everything we'll ever need

A crib out in the city, somewhere we can raise our seeds
But till the day you ready, I'm gon' have to do my thing
But I'll be waitin'
Till you ready, I'll be waitin'

Gettin' closer to the Lord, workin' on communication
I'll be waitin'
Till you ready, I'll be waitin'
Rollin' loud, meditatin', niggas clap, no hesitation

That's the city
Check that, feel me
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
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I got bands, I got liquor, I got weed, I got cars, I got cash, everything we'd ever need
A crib out in the city, somewhere we can rest our sins
But till the day we ready, I'm gon' have to do my thing
But I be waitin', till we ready, I be waitin'

Gettin' closer to the Lord, workin' on communication
I be waitin', till you ready, I be waitin'
Over here meditatin', niggas clap, no hesitation
First off, free my nigga W.C

We be livin' privately, which I'll be talkin' publicly
Come f*ck with me, I'll show you how it's done proper
Club rocker, blunt stalker, callin' me a young popper
Niggas brung choppers to them fist fights

At war like we the head, ice party from A.M. to P.M
Then back to midnight, this the life, this the life
I wouldn't trade it, she told you she needed space
She came to my crib, it's spacious

This drink that I'm drinkin', this thing that I'm flamin'
I'm thinkin', I'm bailin' and wastin'
I'm pacin' and pacin' and anxious, you come to me gracious
Forcin' me to fall in love with you

Studios and clubs with you, punctuations ain't punctual
But f*ck it though, f*ck it though, it's part of the ride I'm takin'
All this shit we got is real, we might just revive the nation
Disvendicating, divination penetrating

God is getting payments, bidding statements
Midwest administration, get it baby
I said you all I'd ever need, forgive me for my greed
I'm trying to do my thing, it was foreseen in my teens

One day I'll be a king, another day another dollar
Let the scene up on the screen
Ain't got no option but to go and get it
Split that blunt and then stuff something in it

She tellin' me it's been a minute
Throwin' up that EPT and we blowin' up and you know
Uh, it's like I'm here facin' a standstill
Or I just threw the best shit away in a landfill

It's crazy anticipations keepin' your man here
Dreams filled with sub-machines cause I heard that they can't kill
Now I'm coastin' and blowin' this purple boat
And I'm feelin' like it's the ocean down below em'

That wave got, I chose the game and you play hard
A different battle with the same scars
Can't even fathom with all this shit that's been happenin'
I'm feelin' like you givin' up and I'm so attached

I keep fallin' back, I don't give a f*ck
I hope this is enough
Baby girl this isn't us
I know I let you down and the nigga f*cked up the trust

Now as I'm rollin' up hopin' that I can fly away
All this overthinkin', I need to just get my mind to break
At least I took the time to say that you're the one I'm missin'
These hoes out here runnin', that's why you lead in the pole position

Word up
I said you all I'd ever need
Forgive me for my greed
I'm tryin' to do my thing

It's what's been seen in my teens
One day I'll be a king
Another day, another dollar, another scene up on that screen
Ain't got no option but to go and get it

Split that blunt and then stuff somethin' in it
She tellin' me it's been a minute
Goin' up, that EPT we blowin' up and you know
Earn it though, hit the mall and purchase clothes

Store owners wanna see a baller back, that's where the road
Seen them at the top, got to grindin' and reverse them rolls
We livin' in movies out, while y'all boys rehearse them rolls
Reverse the rolls, park the Maybach

Won't be long till I say that
Crackin' every song you play back
What we charge, they gon' pay that
We more than active

Hennessy bottles loud, package boardin' passes
And this music shit support the happy
I got bags, I got liquor, I got weed, I got cars, I got cash
Everything we'll ever need

A crib out in the city, somewhere we can raise our seeds
But till the day you ready, I'm gon' have to do my thing
But I'll be waitin'
Till you ready, I'll be waitin'

Gettin' closer to the Lord, workin' on communication
I'll be waitin'
Till you ready, I'll be waitin'
Rollin' loud, meditatin', niggas clap, no hesitation

That's the city
Check that, feel me
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
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Writer: Leslie Rolfe
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