Potter Payper - Thanks For Waiting Lyrics

 

Potter Payper - Thanks For Waiting Lyrics

Wait for me, I shot the informer

Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga

Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer

Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour

Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva

When it was Notts v. London, it was Glen Starva

Now it's Prada Prada

And they want an autograph, I'ma need a marker

But I still got them on the block, like Peter Parker

Fuck close protection, I need body armour

Me naked? You must be drinking Molly water

Or sniffing cocaine like your baby father, you silly bitch

I'm in the ugly, but this is where I'm comfiest

Don't you know I built my name on them country strips?

We know he don't run lines, he only runs his lips

I'm in East, we got a hundred guns, hundred clips

I know your mum's heart's burning 'cause her son's a snitch

I'm head to toe Supreme like a young McGriff

I got two white girls swapping tons of spit

And I don't smoke paigans, I smoke ganja spliffs

You can try and you can die, but why run the risk?

I got my young bull with me who always comes equipped

I throw B's, I throw C's and the number six

And I ain't rappin' 'bout the millions that I'm humble with

Wait for me, I shot the informer

With a little black star like I been Ghana

I been trapping since the Nokia pin charger

I keep the hotline running like Mo Farrah

Look at this charva, trapping out the plaza

In my weed shop, smoking on some Perm Marker

When I fly first class I watch The Godfather

Where you from? You lose your life for the wrong answer

I'm the nicest, somehow I'm still the hungriest

Blowing weed and pouring liquor for the ones we miss

I miss nanny 'cause she never let the undies in

And for the violations, she knows we bunned his skin

You better say it with your chest, fuck all that mumbling

And when I hit him in his back, he started tumbling

I can't wait to fry that sausage like a Cumberland

I'm schooling kids in the East like Cumberland

I don't know if they're just bitches or just sons of 'em

I've had blocks from Southampton to Sunderland

I done Feltham, Ashfield, and Huntercombe

Now I take trap stars and make plugs of 'em

Wait for me, I shot the informer

Nowadays, when I speak it's a big saga

Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer

Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour

Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva

When it was Notts v. London, it was Glen Starva

Now it's rada-rada

And they want a autograph, I'ma need a marker, haha

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