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m’way (uk) – whole lotta guap lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t need a whole lotta friends
i just need a whole lotta guap
remember i was shottin’ them tens
now a n+gga break down rocks
new trap car tryna blend
prayin’ that i don’t get stopped
b+tch came through with a friend
bro said “try and give top.”
these n+ggas hearin’ my song askin’ the question like, “yo is he telling the truth?”
you can go ’round the city ask kizzy ’bout me man i ain’t gotta say sh+t man they’ll show you the proff
packet come white like my tooth
i ain’t gotta cap when i jump in the booth
press start on a coupe
it won’t take me long to get rid of a duece
remember times i was flat on my face
i didn;t have me no bands had to get up an jugg
now i just walk in the kitch’ put the work in the pot

i used to hit cells
this sh+t harder than clay
i can already tell the won’t feel me in notts
this yute runnin’ me down

whar the f+ck i look like wearin’ fila
i just seen a old link

now gotta put it on silent how the f+ck can i sleep
tryna plot on a move so we creep
tats ++ jeep

yo fam, why you callin’ me already an just got the pack now
i shout you back as soon as

what you spending on food
that m ain’t no a regular dude
couple fo views

i’m not in the mood

you better not talk like you don’t have a clue

i gotta stick with the p like i’m glue

i sent a n+gga ot for some weeks all he bought was some drip
i made a flip
i rockin the new jays and the jeans with the rips
can’t make racks better jump of a cliff

remember on 10/10 i’m paro as h+ll i got feds on my tail
got the blowers as well
free k[?] i’m screamin’ that sh+t till he get out the cell

[chorus]
i don’t need a whole lotta friends
i just need a whole lotta guap
‘member i was shottin’ them tens
now a n+gga break down rocks
new trap car tryna blend
prayin’ that i don’t get stopped
b+tch came through with a friend
bro said “try and give top.”
these n+ggas hearin’ my song askin’ the question like, “yo is he telling the truth?”
you can go ’round the city ask kizzy ’bout me man i ain’t gotta say sh+t man they’ll show you the proff
packet come white like my tooth
i ain’t gotta cap when i jump in the booth
press start on a coupe
it won’t take me long to get rid of a duece

- mway uk lyrics

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