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leno tk and joey hyde - vera wang lyrics

[intro: joey hyde, lil windex]
kj, what you got going on?
yeah, fair away, coming
hahaha
it’s windy
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yeah, fair away, comma
what, eh

[chorus: joey hyde]
vera w+ng, call my dawg
telling me the bag and mix it up
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
i’m no daddy, sh+t is none
but no crocs, i pray to god
protect the bag i’m getting, yeah
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
gotta go get that sh+t like, yeah
vera w+ng, call my dawg
telling me the bag and mix it up
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
i’m no daddy, sh+t is none
but no crocs, i pray to god
protect the bag i’m getting, yeah
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
gotta go get that sh+t like, yeah
vera w+ng, call my
[verse 1: joey hyde]
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
we giving that smoke
making the pack jump
me, i don’t matter
keep it on me, so i’m pulling my pants up
i make a track and it turn to a anthem
(anthem)
dodging the cameras
sure gonna dazzle with my motherf+cking coat
i got the whole f+cking game by the throat
fendi game, woah
burberry, woah
come through trip, i keep that close
fendi game, woah
burberry, woah
come through trip, i keep that close
making the pack jump
me, i don’t matter
keep it on me, so i’m pulling my pants up
making the pack jump
me, i don’t matter
i make a track and it turn to a…

[chorus: joey hyde]
vera w+ng, call my dawg
telling me the bag and mix it up
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
i’m no daddy, sh+t is none
but no crocs, i pray to god
protect the bag i’m getting, yeah
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
gotta go get that sh+t like, yeah
vera w+ng, call my
[verse 2: leno tk]
n+ggas to the fit, no talk back
talk
bottling freaks to the outlet
vera done call for a callback
brrr
h+llo?
fend me that drip, sick of that sh+t
left for her rush, she been sick of my sh+t
designer, my bag when i slip in that fit
hit up my line if you wanna get rich
i don’t fit in with them kids
they just feed us and that’s it
sick of the course and the drip
burberry thots got me dripped
uzi, got cardi, got kodak
b+tch head like 4 racks
i had to throwback
they not my sons, they gon grow back
fend me a piece of that cold
sip on the col’ like it’s cognac
that sh+t be flexed when i mow that
i been so cold, like “get it!”
giver her, she sourced, don’t let it
g back, that’s fitted
g+wag’ need to get it
lil baby, blue tinted
no cab, no kidding
i got numbers, she a bitty
leave that club with half a milli’
read your book, man, it be litty
i done caught myself balenci’
got me talking like
[interlude: leno tk]
man, we already dead son
we riding this all the way out, man
we riding right now, son

[chorus: joey hyde, lil windex]
vera w+ng, call my dawg
telling me the bag and mix it up
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
i’m no daddy, sh+t is none
but no crocs, i pray to god
protect the bag i’m getting, yeah
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
gotta go get that sh+t like, yeah
vera w+ng, call my dawg
telling me the bag and mix it up
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
i’m no daddy, sh+t is none
but no crocs, i pray to god
protect the bag i’m getting, yeah (ayy)
i been all s+xed up with my dawgs
gotta go get that sh+t like, yeah (it’s windy)
vera w+ng, call my (ayy)

[verse 3: lil windex]
ayy, i’m one of the greats, yeah
why the f+ck do they hate, ayy
probably ’cause i’m winning, like
look at this money i make, yeah
i like taking risks, ayy
i like f+cking your b+tch, yeah
i like your career, just kidding
the sh+t, it doesn’t exist, ayy
i’m winning, i’m winning, yeah
you all are my children, ayy
and if you crew up, well
i’m not forgiving, i’m k!lling, ayy
what do i love, yeah
mercedes, mercedes, ayy
i really can’t help it, but
all of these ladies want babies, yeah
all of them crazy and shady, yeah
b+tch, you ain’t ever gon play me, ayy
if you wan’ f+ck, you gon pay me
who want the smoke?
my gun is off safety, yeah
i’m rolling deep with the squad, ayy
you don’t even have a job, yeah
you a joke and you broke, ayy
you been living like a slob, yeah
i been living like a king, though
i can make that p+ssy sing, though
i got an iphone that makes money for me
every time that it rings, though
i got a coat made of fox, yeah
all of these hoes can get rocks, yeah
i got gucci on my hoodie, gucci on my sh+t
gucci on my socks

[outro: lil windex]
brrt

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