Wannabe
Langt igjen å gå
are you kidding me, killing me, stupidity pissing me so off
Langt igjen å gå
are you willing to meeting me, I ain't feeling your energy, oh boy
Langt igjen å gå
they call me MV the enemy, don't pretend to be friend of me, make sure
I rep truth to the fullest, stupid. Sit in your stool, shit fuck views bitch I'm Lubitz
Dawg, I'm shocking my brain, I'm like a fox in bitch, what the fuck am saying
I'ma boss in this job, you get shot in your face if you ever try to sing
"ah rist meg som en milkshake"
wait, I thought people were dope,
until Kygo came in middle now he's stealing my show
oh, what you mean I never had one? Last show, three people, that was action
mom, no celebrities like me, A.P yeah he said that I was biting
Uncle P talk shit, but never fight me, so I guess that MV forever hiking
but I write them to dust, we all going down, german pilot, fucking us up
Fuck, and my manager never managed to stop me, door is on lock
and I'm flopping.
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are, fuck a disguise.
yeah you know I straight rock it, caught women and spinning them on the cock tip
adrenalin killing them. I'm on my shit, I'm sipping on hennesy in the cockpit
Yeah, I'm in a beast-mode, one shot to blow, so hell no, fuck a freethrow
people, unfasten your seatbelt, we gon crash in alps, I don't need help.
I'm shutting it down, I'm like a fox in bitch, I ain't fucking around
(wap-pop-pop-papa-pa-pow)
yeah, that's the sound when we're going down
Cause I'm, just a wannabe, just a kid with no fucking feels for the music biz
I'm foolish, I'm stupid, I use this music to bullshit these loser,
tell that I'm lubitz
bitch, sit still on the plane, one last trip
yep do you feel what I'm saying clique-magazine
shit still killing the game
I'm brad pit, still feeling ugly insane
main, are you a banker? Better leave me a loan
put a bad-chick in Bagdad, she wanna get stoned,
bro, like forrest and jenny, she a whore I'ma dork for tryna get any
I'm MV.
fuck a ginger, I'ma injure everything girl, get up in her
with the timber, then pretend I wanna friend-her,
Hah-hah, virgin bruh? Better be on before get on my ding dong
get on my level, I'm better, I'm fucking king kong
what up sim-one, pedal to the metal, man we live in a sitcom
I'm in the middle like malcom
am I single? Nah man I'm album
and a threesome, fuck it, I'm wild son
long as bloat float, grab throats, laugh, choke, pass rope, fast-forward, passed
hoes, that's dope, last quote, ask bro's to defend you in court by saying you thought
her throat
was nothing but a motherfucking lovehandle, I'm so broke
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are, fuck a disguise.
bounce get up now
bounce get up now
bounce and get up now
but if you think that I copy the sound, get your ass on the plane,
I ain't fucking around
we're going down.
are you kidding me, killing me, stupidity pissing me so off
Langt igjen å gå
are you willing to meeting me, I ain't feeling your energy, oh boy
Langt igjen å gå
they call me MV the enemy, don't pretend to be friend of me, make sure
I rep truth to the fullest, stupid. Sit in your stool, shit fuck views bitch I'm Lubitz
Dawg, I'm shocking my brain, I'm like a fox in bitch, what the fuck am saying
I'ma boss in this job, you get shot in your face if you ever try to sing
"ah rist meg som en milkshake"
wait, I thought people were dope,
until Kygo came in middle now he's stealing my show
oh, what you mean I never had one? Last show, three people, that was action
mom, no celebrities like me, A.P yeah he said that I was biting
Uncle P talk shit, but never fight me, so I guess that MV forever hiking
but I write them to dust, we all going down, german pilot, fucking us up
Fuck, and my manager never managed to stop me, door is on lock
and I'm flopping.
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are, fuck a disguise.
yeah you know I straight rock it, caught women and spinning them on the cock tip
adrenalin killing them. I'm on my shit, I'm sipping on hennesy in the cockpit
Yeah, I'm in a beast-mode, one shot to blow, so hell no, fuck a freethrow
people, unfasten your seatbelt, we gon crash in alps, I don't need help.
I'm shutting it down, I'm like a fox in bitch, I ain't fucking around
(wap-pop-pop-papa-pa-pow)
yeah, that's the sound when we're going down
Cause I'm, just a wannabe, just a kid with no fucking feels for the music biz
I'm foolish, I'm stupid, I use this music to bullshit these loser,
tell that I'm lubitz
bitch, sit still on the plane, one last trip
yep do you feel what I'm saying clique-magazine
shit still killing the game
I'm brad pit, still feeling ugly insane
main, are you a banker? Better leave me a loan
put a bad-chick in Bagdad, she wanna get stoned,
bro, like forrest and jenny, she a whore I'ma dork for tryna get any
I'm MV.
fuck a ginger, I'ma injure everything girl, get up in her
with the timber, then pretend I wanna friend-her,
Hah-hah, virgin bruh? Better be on before get on my ding dong
get on my level, I'm better, I'm fucking king kong
what up sim-one, pedal to the metal, man we live in a sitcom
I'm in the middle like malcom
am I single? Nah man I'm album
and a threesome, fuck it, I'm wild son
long as bloat float, grab throats, laugh, choke, pass rope, fast-forward, passed
hoes, that's dope, last quote, ask bro's to defend you in court by saying you thought
her throat
was nothing but a motherfucking lovehandle, I'm so broke
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
When I say "wanna" you say "be"
wanna – be
wanna – be
mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I'ma wannabe, get over it, we all are, fuck a disguise.
bounce get up now
bounce get up now
bounce and get up now
but if you think that I copy the sound, get your ass on the plane,
I ain't fucking around
we're going down.
Credits
Writer(s): Mads Veslelia
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