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shabazz pbg - wockeisha lyrics

[intro]
shabazz, n-gg-
lil’ b-tch

[chorus]
i took my foot out the trap
run it up, b-tch, i got racks
these n-gg-s is b-tches, they wack
runnin’ laps ’round you n-gg-s, no track
i sip purple codeine, call it wockeisha
grab it, pour up in a liter
got a spanish b-tch, call her mamacita
i might hit from the back and i leave her
we been trappin’ and juggin’ since beepers
now the coupes white and black like a zebra
keep her b-tch, she came from argentina
in that h-llcat, forgot ’bout the bimmer
my young n-gg- gon’ creep like the reaper
bro got white, call it lindsay or lisa
we got more cheese than a f-ckin’ pizza
b-tch, keep calling my phone, she gon’ geek it up

[verse]
when it come to the head, she gon’ eat it up
b-tch, i count nothing but deads
and that new glock got a leg
the fn got one in the head
all that sneak dissing gon’ get your man hit
work your b-tch, i need them bands
smash the coupe, i did the dash
spin your block with paper tags
these n-gg-s going out sad
christian dior, pop the tag (cost a bag)
b-tch, we been gettin’ them bags (b-tch)
we ain’t never had to wear no uniform
thot b-tch think she special like a unicorn (lil’ b-tch)
i just want the neck like an id
n-gg-s ain’t saving opps, no iv
you can be the next n-gg-, come try me

- shabazz pbg lyrics

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