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shotgun willy - master sword lyrics

[intro]
oof

[verse 1]
genie grant a wish i’m getting rich (huh?)
’member when i said i hit a lick (huh?)
i don’t really wanna f-ck the b-tch (what?)
willy went and made another hit
okay like
prada on my my motha-f-ckin kitty (huh?)
louis on my my motha-f-ckin hip (huh?)
curry how i dunk no swish (hey)
f-ck it gonna f-ck that b-tch (hey)
if you ain’t gone f-ck with me you a dumb f-ck (uh)
pull up and hit the boy feel like one punch (uh)
look at my bank and i’m getting dumb rich (uh)
and i’m gonna count it up till a hundred (uh)
im just tryna get it like this like that
aye
willy tell me how you get a b-tch like that
aye
listen to yo music man this ain’t that
aye
willy tell me how you get yo wrist like that

[chorus]
my pockets fat
got money stacks
i’m posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey)
i’m coming up
she down to f-ck
he wanna be like me i tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)
my pockets fat
got money stacks
i’m posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey)
i’m coming up
she down to f-ck
he wanna be like me i tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)

[verse 2]
round one like ike i fight (mhmm)
in the kitchen i’m whippin like betty white (mhmm)
bad b-tch on my list like light (mhmm)
i been k!llin the business feel like i’m dwight (mhmm)
big bones cause ya boy still breast feed (hey)
bad b-tch wanna be my bestie (ouh)
new ice my wrist like jet ski (wet)
talk sh-t get hit don’t test me (hey)
runnin and runnin and don’t ever stop got a mac in the back and we let that sh-t pop (hey)
ay pull up and skrt out the lot
see i don’t got no time but my wrist got a watch
hunnid on hunnid get stuffed in a sock and i don’t chase a b-tch only after the guap
ay wrist and my drink on the rocks
see i can’t f-ck that b-tch if her dad is a cop
b-mmin and b-mmin these kids wanna be me cause everything from me go straight to the top (hey)
ay made a few bands off a single and end of the day you can’t p-ss in a pot
(b-tch you broke)
started getting famous now i’m feeling like the pope
spending time in vegas boutta make a lot of dough
quick scope no scope you hoes on ghost
deep throat my load my hoe don’t choke

[bridge]
b-tch imma legend like zelda
b-tch imma legend like zelda (yah, hey)
b-tch imma legend like zelda
b-tch imma legend like zelda (ha? what?)
sorry don’t know what to tell ya
sorry don’t know what to tell ya (ha, hey)
b-tch imma legend like zelda
b-tch imma legend like zelda

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