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Artist: Ty Bri
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Wake Up (feat. Mulatto)
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Wake Up (feat. Mulatto)
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Philly Ferrari
Wake up bad bitch
Wake up smashin' shit (yeah)
Hop out the bed, ooh, swaggin', glamorous
Just got a check, ooh yeah, cashin' it
Fuck around get your whip flipped treatin' me average
Pop off, fuck your knockoff (yeah)
Soufflé, whip your top off (uh)
Bustin', jaw drop
Give your old girl somethin' to talk about
He go berserk when I'm walkin' out
He want dessert, cookie in his mouth
I make that shit look easy
They lookin' at me for the route
I love me some Valentino (yeah)
Them girls is plottin', we know (uh-huh)
I'ma ski up, she get beat up
All while I rock Moschino
Bitches ain't fuckin' with me, though
Need my cream, no Frappuccino (yeah)
Bitch better watch her step
This ain't no frat, but she know
I'ma go hard for them dollars (queen)
Please do not take me to mama (no)
I buy my own designer (yeah)
And I need like three or four commas (uh-huh)
I wanna be on a jet (yeah)
He do that shit for the set (yeah)
Might let him call her collect
If you owe me, you payin' a debt, uh
I got him callin' me baby
He wanna be with me daily (ooh)
Fur mink on me, I'm stylin' (what?)
Pussy pink with low mileage
I ain't got time to gossip
Can't get paid, don't tell me about it (nah)
Get so high, might fuck on a pilot
He blew me, I blocked him, he callin' me private (yeah)
Wake up bad bitch
Wake up smashin' shit (yeah)
Hop out the bed, ooh, swaggin', glamorous
Just got a check, ooh yeah, cashin' it
Fuck around get your whip flipped treatin' me average
Pop off, fuck your knockoff (yeah)
Soufflé, whip your top off (uh)
Bustin', jaw drop
Give your old girl somethin' to talk about
He go berserk when I'm walkin' out
He want dessert, cookie in his mouth
I make that shit look easy
They lookin' at me for the route (Big Latto)
Comin' off the hip with a dirty Glock
Real VVs on me, they Milly Rock (ice)
Got it out the mud, took a different route
Fuck an OnlyFans, got M's in the bank account (cash)
Rearview camera on the Benz when I'm backin' out
20 for a show, guarantee I'ma pack it out
I'ma get the head then leave, I'ma cap 'em down
Still spendin' money quarantined, y'all runnin' out
Wake up bad bitch, pussy talk that cash shit (cash)
Rich bitch, I can't fuck him if he average (hell nah)
Hop up in that C8 and I smash it (skrrt, skrrt)
Draco in the trunk just for a mad bitch (brrt)
Bet I make him forget 'bout his main ho
Got him dodgin' this bitch like Durango
He wanna trap a rich bitch, but I can't go (yeah)
Ty Bri and me, that's what they waitin' for (hey)
I split a bitch wig 'bout that bankroll
Hop out with that stick like a pogo
Ain't scared of nothin', bitch, you a ho-ho (what?)
Put it on him, I might take his whole soul
Wake up bad bitch
Wake up smashin' shit (yeah)
Hop out the bed, ooh, swaggin', glamorous
Just got a check, ooh yeah, cashin' it
Fuck around get your whip flipped treatin' me average
Pop off, fuck your knockoff (yeah)
Soufflé, whip your top off (uh)
Bustin', jaw drop
Give your old girl somethin' to talk about
He go berserk when I'm walkin' out
He want dessert, cookie in his mouth
I make that shit look easy
They lookin' at me for the route
We got big ol' large amounts (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We too lit, we sparkin' out (uh-huh)
Labels hit me up, they callin' now (ayy)
Yeah, I'ma be ballin' out
You got beef, just call it out (yeah)
Guess that's what this all about
'Cause I put waterfall all on his mouth (bitch)
Sex so good, he fallin' out
Typical, lot of you bitches be miserable
Nobody wanna get physical
Me and your nigga, let's see what we finna do
Me and my bitches, we link with a friend or two
We showin' out, we poppin' shit on the couch
Bitches, they know what I'm 'bout
I'm goin' up, might as well pour me a cup
These hoes ain't makin' the cut
Wake up bad bitch
Wake up smashin' shit (yeah)
Hop out the bed, ooh, swaggin', glamorous
Just got a check, ooh yeah, cashin' it
Fuck around get your whip flipped treatin' me average
Pop off, fuck your knockoff (yeah)
Soufflé, whip your top off (uh)
Bustin', jaw drop
Give your old girl somethin' to talk about
He go berserk when I'm walkin' out
He want dessert, cookie in his mouth
I make that shit look easy
They lookin' at me for the route
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