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chris fresh - what (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: madeintyo]
i smoke that gas out the blunt (hey)
i get whatever i want
i see that -ss from the front
i take that b-tch out for lunch
i put that d-ck in the gut
shawty you know you a sl-t
n-gga uno pulled up
smokin’ gas out the blunt
i mix the bape with the ‘preme
shawty you know that you mean
lil’ n-gga on the bean
taking one for the team
sizzle fresh with the sauce
uno, carti taking off
tokyo i been a boss
never will take a loss
what, what, i smoke that gas out a blunt
what, what, i get whatever she want
what, what, i see that -ss from the front
tokyo do what he want, tokyo do what he want
what, what, i smoke that gas out a blunt
what, what, i get whatever she want
what, what, i see that -ss from the front

[verse 2: lil yachty]
lil boat, woah
d-mn, yeah, yeah, yeah, lil boat
v8 my motor, don’t talk to me vulgar, my b-tch she do c0ke and she can’t step ‘way from it
was sagging my pants just like you think a felon would
f-ck up that f-ck up, i f-ck it up well
young youth slayer, check me out on fader, posing for the b-tches, i got many riches
who said boat was broke? h-ll nah, what? i’m a sore broker
catch me off of strokers, molly drank dropping, my b-tch cathy katherine
black d-ck gobbling, i’m a real n-gga
black hilfiger, but i love my n-ggas, diamonds for my n-ggas
yeah, yeah, yeah
what? wrist, wrist, wrist, what?
i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich, like what?
i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich, n-gga what?
n-gga try boat, thirty at his nose, b-tch it ain’t a joke
qc til’ i’m dead, diamonds on his head, he gon’ end up dead
now his mama like–

[chorus: playboi carti]
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what) (cozy boyz)
ho you talk too much, f-ck my money up
can’t f-ck money up, let’s f-ck some money up
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
your ho talk too much, i just wanna bust
come over to f-ck, ho i’m like “what’s up?”
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
money counting up, ho come count it up
i’m gon’ spend these bucks, you gon’ come to f-ck
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
up in follies what, spent a couple bucks
f-ck a stripper ho, i’m like “n-gga, for what?”

[verse 3: uno the activist]
(what, what)
i don’t give a f-ck
keep that .40 tucked
n-gga, try your luck
(what, what)
n-gga knuck ya buck, desert leave you stuck
and that choppa up
(what, what)
we don’t give no f-cks, run up in ya crib
and tie up your moms
(what, what)
i don’t never sweat, and i gotta weapon
leave a n-gga wet
(what, what) (cozy boys)
leave a n-gga neck
(what, what)
disrespect my set, i got h-lla checks, i be sipping tec
(what, what)
ho you not my ho, get it through your head, only want the neck
(what, what)
choppas with a pointer, why you falling short, call em my report, you call him my reporter
(what, what)
audi sitting on forgis, while you sit on porch

[chorus: playboi carti]
your ho talk too much, i just wanna bust
come over to f-ck, ho i’m like “what’s up?”
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
money counting up, ho come count it up
i’m gon’ spend these bucks, you gon’ come to f-ck
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
up in follies what, spent a couple bucks
f-ck a stripper ho, i’m like “n-gga, for what?”

- chris fresh lyrics

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