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Andrew Cabral - Who They Want Lyrics

​[Intro:]
Yeah
This that Dum shit right here
Yeah, whoa, uh, look...

[Hook: Xander]
Who you want?
Tell me who you really want?
I'm really gone
I told you boy I'm really on
Mans been on with that flow
I told you once we on road
Boy been hip to that code
Speak it fluent, but they never knew it, look

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, they getting hip to the name
The city that's really the place
Blowing up, yeah pree the game
We was on low but you could see the change. yeah
We them big boys now, look we call the shots
Tell your girl pipe down, boy, she call a lot
Call a thot, whoa
Let her top my niggas off, look
Call the block, whoa
Tell them boys this shit is hot
Make that pit stop
Apple on that's my wrist watch
Look, tick tock
Fuck around and get your bitch lost
[Hook 2:]
Like who she want?
Tell me who she really want
I'm really gone
I told you boys I'm really on
In the county like stizz, (ayy)
Baggy eyes, Mike Chris, (tic, tic)
Leaning on em, pack lit, (ayy)
Study for it, I did

[Verse 2:]
I finesse
They call me Tavon Austin
I confess
Boy I'm awesome
You know it's 1 of 1
Copyright it;
1 of 1
Nothing like it, try to hide it
Too much sauce on me
Boy, I'm flexing on em
Had to call it off dawg
Yeah, you know my section wilding
Yeah, that's why I know my role
And you don't fit in, I steal the show
And you ain't in it , wait a minute, (Jeeze)
[Hook 3:]
Who they want
Tell me who they really want
I'm really gone
I told you boys I'm really on
Them late nights got a nigga tired
Red bulls got a nigga wired
They pray that I retire
I got what they desire

[Verse 3:]
North side nigga from the six seventeen
He ain't from that zone 6 or that 6 whatchu mean?
I might call the city the seven
I might cop the brand new McLaren
I'm peeping ya chick, boy, she staring
I might take the bitch out to Paris
Come and going
Yeah I'm 'bout connections
I keep a bad ting on my side, boy
She impressive
Her tendencies selective
She tend to be undressing
You bring your girl round me
Guarantee she left ya, boy you know it
Whoa now, I been on that new shit lately
Know they ask the boy, how I do it so crazy?
All you niggas boring with the flow so lazy
Boy we on that lit kit, flow so wavey now
They want me, they want me ghost want pay me
But alll they girls want date me
Tell me all your stories, why these boys wanna hate me
We don't trust these niggas man, you boys so flakey now
[Hook 4:]
Who they want
Tell me who they really want
I'm really gone
Told you boys I'm really on
That's real life shit
Hoping I steer right shit
Hoping they like my shit
Like look at tracks I did, uh
Who you want
Tell me who you really want
I'm really gone
I told you boy I'm really on
That's real life shit
Hoping I steer right shit
Working the long night shift
Praying that y'all like this, whoa

[Outro:]
Yeah, bless up, Gallon
305 to 617, what up?
You know, yeah...