Bruised Wayne Lyrics

The outside black

Aw yea

And the inside peach

Shittin' on niggas too easy, it's like a walk ona beach

You ain't ever hit no licks

I told the plug run his kicks

I ain't ever shot no Mf fire, but I had to clutch that heat

I had to tell that bitch I'm too fly

Ona spinach I feel like Popeye

I don't really say too much, diam' on teeth got a nigga so tongue-tied

Damn I-Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Riding round with a Candy cane, AKA my magic stick

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Riding round with a Candy cane, AKA my magic stick

Fuck it is we gone stand on business?

I want a SRT for christmas

Ho better wrap that pussy for Christmas

I told her to bring her ho ass friends

Me and Marie in the back of the Benz

And I ain't with the talking I told her to bend

Then she hopped ona D like she doing a trend

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Riding round with a Candy cane, AKA my magic stick

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

I get him hit on Christmas Eve

Damn I feel like Bruising Wayne

Riding round with a Candy cane, AKA my magic stick