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whybg - #bgxsasuke lyrics

[intro: whybg]
yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, uh, uh, huh, let’s go
yeah, aye, aye, aye, look

[verse 1: whybg]
okay, i walk up out the store, about two bags on me
money flood in my pockets and my pants, that’s why they sag on me
i’m my momma oldest, yeah, she proud, that’s why she brag on me
he get out of line, we have to spank him, we go dad on him
yeah, this watch up on my wrist, yeah, it be perfect timing
you can see the sky dweller, real vvs, these ain’t regular diamonds
i ain’t even gon’ lie, this a plain jane
this watch ain’t got no diamonds, but i’m still gon’ rock it, shine it
master p, i’m bout it, bout it
if you tryna swim up in that water, you gon’ drown
we find where you stayin’, where you layin’ if you talk down
i ain’t even playin’, send sasuke to walk you down
man, he don’t want no smoke for real, he a hater, he just a clown
yeah, man, i’m in the back of the foreign, the maybach
he want a feature, but he cannot pay that
we got the yoppas, we gettin’ at oppas
and if they is dirty, we grabbin’ the ajax
it’s a lot going on, but i can maintain that
in the back with a mack, no, i can’t lack
ain’t finna keep goin’, man i’m just trollin’
everybody know i can’t rap
[bridge: hoodsasuke & whybg]
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck

[verse 2: hoodsasuke]
n+gga talkin’ on me like i won’t run up and gun him down
n+gga talk about money, keep some hundreds like a barrel round
hoodsasuke, the hitman, pull up, shoot that n+gga with no sound
no, i am not chillin’, keep a glocky in the f+ckin’ lounge
and i’m spinnin’ in a f+ckin’ ghost, so how the f+ck you see me
keep on talkin’ crazy, we gon’ bend you like a f+ckin’ weegee
talkin’ bout you spinnin’, how you spinnin’ with a god d+mn b.b
when i get a son, his first belt finna be a f+ckin’ b.b (facts)
me and b.g. spinnin’ on that block, we saw a witness, told him tp
if that n+gga get to snitchin’, choppa roll him out like tp
choppa finna turn him black and white, now that boy sayin’ hehe
look at the scoreboard, we up like three, b+tch, ggs
uh, and that’s facts, n+gga run off we gon shoot at his back
choppa finna pop, it’s my little uzi, i bet you ain’t know that it was a d+mn mac
get to the cheese, told my b+tch i’m the mac
spin with that hammer, return of the mack
standing ovation, i’m lettin’ it clap, yo life a burrito, b+tch, it’s a wrap
ghost, ridin’ in a what? me and b.g. in a phantom
n+gga talkin’ crazy, keep my cannon like i’m fanum
and my choppa ltg, lil’ b+tch, ain’t gonna f+ckin’ ban him
ran up got hit with a what? no traction is my d+mn anthem
and the choppa, like the sun is gonna spit and then just tan him
and my choppa? holdin’ 1400 it like it’s trippie
that boy try to run away from choppa, now he’s runnin’, trippin’
if you n+ggas thinkin’ that i need you, now you really trippin’
choppa on banana clip, lil’ b+tch is gonna leave you slippin’
claim your girl the world, but only thing she good for is b+tchin’
me and b.g. movin’ like we michael jordan, scottie pippen
me and b.g. get to the bag, don’t need your b+tch to chip in
[outro: hoodsasuke & whybg]
duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let’s go)

- whybg lyrics

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