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why g - no adlibs 3 lyrics

[++verse 1: whyg++]
fuck boy try pull up on me and this sheezy
headshot, bow, off of the heezy
if i sold 7, they say i was greasy
free throw lay up, how i make it look easy
these niggas ain’t find much if you cheesy
bitch, rat, you crack and go pc
pair packs from toronto to bc

[++verse 2: talluptwinz++]
and of course we make it look easy
been at the top, we still undefeated
don’t hit the trap, i’m feelin’ too ‘keezy’
still manage that, i just got me a breezy
if we ain’t ridin’ we couldn’t care less
still make a call, we gon’ get where the b’s be
fuck the whole set, we gon’ pull up and beat it
b+sides all that, we just wanna get t t

[++verse 3: kemsav++]
freak hoe sex, hide the glizzy and repeat
fuck that and that makes you get line for a breezy
you hear that, i’m just hopin’ you feel me
i don’t fear mans, these niggas is killin’
sent a picture in the sand, she was wearin’ bikini
you don’t rap for your mans, swear you don’t wanna see me
she ain’t, she don’t, but she want it low+key
had to pick out of the two, i was choosy
smokin’ this gas, got me hot, i was moody
[++verse 4: whyg++]
big slime ball, young nudie
41 millimeter, ‘prezi’ with rubies
in the trap house cashier, i feel like i’m goosey
but i can’t be a goofy
empty the whole clip, only press two+piece
bad bitch real thick with a mouthpiece
and my neck on freeze, fuck the police
glock 30 s, fat, and it’s obese

[++verse 5: kemsav++]
i’m smokin’ gas, you can leave, fuck a smoothie
we doin’ the dash, the jakes have me boogie
you can’t get a pass, better do what you should be
might fuck in the mask, she can’t say that she knew me
we went to the block, then we made us a movie
i blow by the fifth, then i kept like i’m coolin’
we takin’ your ricks, you look like a goofy
get into the ricks, get the pack, get to movin’

[++verse 6: talluptwinz++]
these niggas nothin’ but trolls and foolies
they never had motion, you can’t get a movie
in life, you get choices, choices be stupid
can’t walk in my shoes, don’t know what to do with it
expanding the motion, i’m bringing my crew with me
i’m tryna go global, this city shit puny to me
shit gettin’ serious, need two digits
my bae get it done, i don’t need two bitches
[++verse 7: whyg++]
big ring on, can’t even see my hand
and my air lows five bands, five bands
when i cut the fine, tell the judge suck my dick, can’t take no stand

[++verse 8: talluptwinz++]
me and trey 5 in the party, it’s packed
tell my cro turn up, i’m gon’ watch your back
who lickin’ shit? no, we gon’ let the burna’ bang
all of my niggas, you know they rep shmurda gang

[++hook: kemsav++]
shmurda gang, long live cro, john wick
hittin’ this block up, lettin’ it hit
we just pull up, baby, we make a nigga sick
we the guys that spent more shit than wicks

- why g lyrics

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