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sleazyworld go - wtw lyrics

[intro]
run that back, turbo

[chorus]
what they really want from a n+gga?
what the f+ck these n+gga want from me, huh?
what they really want from a n+gga?
i feel like i chased a n+gga down or somethin’, the f+ck? (ayy, what they want?)
what they really want from a n+gga? (ayy, what you want from me? what they want from me?)
what they really want from a n+gga? (what they want from me? what they want from me?)
what they really want from a n+gga?

[verse 1]
22’s, 25’s, 380’s, 9’s (nina)
40’s, 45’s, new gens, all kinds (huh)
choppas and k’s, these b+tches go both ways
glock lined his ass up, he got cut but no fade (grr)
sticks, drums (huh), semis, fully’s (come on)
chris, vex (come on), uzis, techs (ooh)
556’s (6’s), 762’s (2’s)
we put sh+t to bed, leave n+ggas on snooze (shh)
we chase sh+t down, get up close with it (uh+huh, close with it)
the choppa don’t fit, you gotta wear a coat with it (uh+huh, coat with it)
she ain’t no real head hunter if she don’t choke with it (if she don’t choke with it)
ask for the d+ck, now baby, tell me what you want with it?
[chorus]
what they really want from a n+gga?
what the f+ck these n+gga want from me, huh?
what they really want from a n+gga?
i feel like i chased a n+gga down or somethin’, the f+ck? (ayy, what they want?)
what they really want from a n+gga? (ayy, what you want from me? what they want from me?)
what they really want from a n+gga? (what they want from me? what they want from me?)
what they really want from a n+gga?

[verse 2]
dawg, what they really want? what they want from me? (what they want from me?)
so many sticks up in these glocks, feel like we chinese (yeah)
same gen, glizzy twins (twins), these b+tches siamese
spin on an opp in this b+tch, whip do ’em like tyrese (do ’em like tyrese)
do ’em like “baby boy” (huh), we play with sticks, no joy
send this sh+t to the morgue (grr), send this sh+t to the moon (moon)
way we switch sh+t up with this glock, these b+tches worse than broom
hot n+gga, feel like i’m bobby shmurda, get a n+gga boomed
see, last opp got caught leavin’ the neighborhood store (come out)
tryna eat candy, the shots got stuck in his throat
if you up it, better blow (blow), but i’m a shooter, i don’t choke (choke)
we been f+cking up the opps, this what they want, huh?

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