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why cue - good drank lyrics

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[hook]
i keep hammer real close rozzy fill em up w nails
i’m in the trap spot with a pack flippin all these bales
i’m in that 6 speed drippin water n+gga get a pail
they try to take me in next day i’m a make the bail

i got yo b+tch wet now im going in for the k!ll
if i have my shootas run down on you n+gga you to a meal
i’m in that 6 speed drippin water n+gga get a pail
i’m off that good drank pour the wockhardt to its filled

[why cue’s verse]
i get them packs shipped in mail //
if i f+ck yo b+tch i kno she won’t tell //

i get that fish weighed onda scale //
im bout my cabbage n+gga like kale //

b+tch gimme good head she from yale //
im stacking them racks up i’m tryna build

i’m stacking them racks up im tryna build
i’m stacking them racks up im tryna build

you ain’t eating boy yo pockets is frail //
water drippin all my diamonds on chill //
smokin dope now i need me a pill //
you joke half these n+ggas ain’t real //

i got them bluestrips f+ck a deal //
inside the whip same color pears //

bussdown my grillz ion need veeners //
got this from johnny we dont shop at zales //

2 b+tches only get em in pairs //
we tie em up then we kicking the chair //

you wit a villian lets head back to da lair //
ya life saving i made that in a year //

ya b+tch choosing so she stop and she stare //
she say she love me i just act like i care //

she say she love me i just act like i care //
she say she love me i just act like i care //

(hook x2)

[peso peso’s verse]
yea yea n+gga
h+ll nah i ain’t tryna… go to jail
taking risk everyday for the mail got a problem i’m a shoot em in the face not the air //

you say you a trapper got no sale
you think you finna slide but you gone fail //

i be flyer than a b+tch when i bust sh+lls send a b+tch on the road and she better get the sh+t there //

don’t fight me n+gga ion fight fair
balenciaga finna get me white pair //

gotta bad lil b+tch and that hoe got nice hair
these n+ggas hating but i really dont care //

i’m flippin bricks with a chopper stick
what you need cause i got all kinda sh+t //

yea these vvs diamonds gone blind a b+tch
got a 30 on me if you try some sh+t //

i dont play nah i don’t play b+tch try to set me up get shot in the face lil bro said aye its a girl i don’t not care she send the plate //

remember them nights came in my spot that was the last time i ever trapped in my place //

how you went broke boy yo ass a discrace
i gotta count to wells fargo and i go to chase //

(hook x2)

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