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tye beats & veeze - wocky sinner lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, tye, you made this b+tch too? the f+ck go into you?)
(basskids, answer your motherf+ckin’ phone, n+gga)

[verse: veeze]
sucka n+gga, i don’t know ’em, i ain’t f+ckin’ with ’em
i look at that sh+t, i brushed it off my shoulder, like i’m jigga
i’m gettin’ high and flexin’, b+tch know i’m a gang member
you bringin’ up my namin’ but we get paid different
just got a bag of black rubber bands i’m tryna fill ’em
man, f+ck the pop, i’m sippin’ this sh+t raw, i’m tryna feel it
that lightweight ass chain, man, i take that b+tch and bend it
that three+thousand ain’t sh+t, that’s just shoppin’ for my b+tches
fly her to an island, f+ck her in a villa
i showed that b+tch was pimpin’ was, turnt her to the realest
got a’s on, the bathing ape, b+tch, i’m a fresh gorilla
my young bull with that drac’+drac’ in the bushes where you livin’
this sh+t ain’t no play place, better go find some children
my air force 1’s eight some but i’m really chillin’
i ain’t buyin’ that bullsh+t but n+ggas keep tryna sell it
hit the road, no school trip traffickin’ paraphernalia
i like when you wear that fly sh+t, bae, that’s so appealin’
man, i done stacked some wild sh+t, it’s bout to break the ceilin’
she wanna wake up, see my face, she just gon’ keep wishin’
nah, i don’t sip wine, bae, but it’s purple in my kizzup
talked to bro from prison, he wish it was different
he never gettin’ out but he just happy that i’m livin’
i be dreamin’ while i be havin’ the strap up under my pillow
my b+tch caught me with that hoe, i told her, “that’s my god sister”

went and made enough to make a wraith off enterprise rentals
when the bricks come they beige, look like fear of god, essentials
i’m cuttin’ off all my hoes, man, i need some line sisters
i hate clean ass sprites, man, i wanna put some lines in ’em
i’m ballin’ hard, i’m gettin’ fat, i feel like zion williams
i left the store with so much sh+t, they think i’m shoplifitin’
i’m like a island, by the wave i’m surrounded
won’t see me vouching ’cause i know them n+ggas lyin’
they throwin’ shade but it still won’t stop my brightness
the streets ain’t for you, better go work at chrysler

boy, we on your ass, better have some tactics for survival
showed ’em a hard ass circle, thought it was a cabinet full of china
if this rap sh+t don’t work i’m right back to trappin’, fetty wappin’
i wanna pour some red, this b+tch want a red lobster
i ain’t even feelin’ sick, i just need a head doctor
that switch’ll make that b+tch spit like it’s eating sunflowers
i know you can’t send no blitz, n+gga, you ain’t got the manpower
sicko, ian connor, don’t talk about it, i been ballin’

k!llin’ rap n+ggas, man, i need a teardrop

- tye beats veeze lyrics

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