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WDBU! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lens Junior
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Nelson Torres




Lens Junior - WDBU! Lyrics




Well hello there, I would like to welcome you to the show
And I am tonight's host
Without any further ado, I present to you
A message for you bitch ass haters out there talking shit

We don't believe you
Bitch you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you

Wow, the love wasn't real so I had to go
Switched the old thing, copped something new
They said I be alone, look at all these hoes
I ain't rich yet bitch, look at all this dough
Remember them days, always being broke
Walking to work on this side of the road
Climb out the hole that I fell in
Filled up my mind and soul with gold
Now my credit score out of here
Gotta look up to me when you talk to me like the son I'm raising
Big boy shit, yeah I be brazen
It's hell I see in the world I'm living
The wages low and we got inflation
Too many lying and people gassed
Giving up their life for the attention
F*ck the fame, C-notes my addiction

Gonna rock him to sleep like a baby, this is a slow jam
That girl don't really like you
That dude right there ain't really your mans
Can't fake it that I f*ck with you
Or we get along
Wanna go to war then bring it on
Ain't about this life then carry on
Yeah I'm up, don perignon
Take a flight that's complimentary
Smoking trees that calm me mentally
Dive in the water to cleanse me spiritually
Get these demons off me, I don't like your energy
I'm anti social, shooting threes,
Hitting tens, nothing but net, five G

F*ck wrong with this guy
Watch him go cray if you f*cking with slime
Pouring my thoughts like blood in ya eyes
These lines like triggers that blowing ya mind
At ya surprise, my vision sublime
Killing this shit is like committing a crime
They ain't hearing me, they ain't saying nothing
You think you the one but you ain't shit

They wished me dead or wanted me stuck
Couldn't kill me when I got swooped
Caught him by himself then he got slumped
Went and got his head, who got the gun
Told him he was jumped but it was a fair one
He just got beat up, he was embarrassed
Whole time I knew he was a bitch
Hiding in clicks, acting like he can't be touched
Swerve on him

My life used to be so strange
Used to be equipped with tangs
Used to wanna throw all away
Now I just wanna throw it in the bank
And look after all my investments
And watch that shit just keep on building
You say you get it poppin' but we don't believe you

Bitch, you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you
We don't believe you

Bitch, you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you
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Well hello there, I would like to welcome you to the show
And I am tonight's host
Without any further ado, I present to you
A message for you bitch ass haters out there talking shit

We don't believe you
Bitch you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you

Wow, the love wasn't real so I had to go
Switched the old thing, copped something new
They said I be alone, look at all these hoes
I ain't rich yet bitch, look at all this dough
Remember them days, always being broke
Walking to work on this side of the road
Climb out the hole that I fell in
Filled up my mind and soul with gold
Now my credit score out of here
Gotta look up to me when you talk to me like the son I'm raising
Big boy shit, yeah I be brazen
It's hell I see in the world I'm living
The wages low and we got inflation
Too many lying and people gassed
Giving up their life for the attention
F*ck the fame, C-notes my addiction

Gonna rock him to sleep like a baby, this is a slow jam
That girl don't really like you
That dude right there ain't really your mans
Can't fake it that I f*ck with you
Or we get along
Wanna go to war then bring it on
Ain't about this life then carry on
Yeah I'm up, don perignon
Take a flight that's complimentary
Smoking trees that calm me mentally
Dive in the water to cleanse me spiritually
Get these demons off me, I don't like your energy
I'm anti social, shooting threes,
Hitting tens, nothing but net, five G

F*ck wrong with this guy
Watch him go cray if you f*cking with slime
Pouring my thoughts like blood in ya eyes
These lines like triggers that blowing ya mind
At ya surprise, my vision sublime
Killing this shit is like committing a crime
They ain't hearing me, they ain't saying nothing
You think you the one but you ain't shit

They wished me dead or wanted me stuck
Couldn't kill me when I got swooped
Caught him by himself then he got slumped
Went and got his head, who got the gun
Told him he was jumped but it was a fair one
He just got beat up, he was embarrassed
Whole time I knew he was a bitch
Hiding in clicks, acting like he can't be touched
Swerve on him

My life used to be so strange
Used to be equipped with tangs
Used to wanna throw all away
Now I just wanna throw it in the bank
And look after all my investments
And watch that shit just keep on building
You say you get it poppin' but we don't believe you

Bitch, you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you
We don't believe you

Bitch, you see through
We don't believe you
We know how to deal with little bitches like you
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Writer: Nelson Torres
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