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whyg - neat machine lyrics

that glizzy leave em bald like mr. clean (la, la)
my d-ck in her mouth like listerine (wozzles)
super swag mix supreme with some valentine (swag)
she ask i’m drinkin henny lil b-tch it’s lean (lean, lean)
i’m on the block 10 chains like i’m mr. t
in the trap

uh oh, hood trophy they gon’ shoot for me
i’m in the trap where we pop off like ecstasy
my opps is dead to me, i come where the demons be
i’m sorry ma your little boy making tennesse
and my n-ggas gotta have it doing anything
w-ss gang, i put that on everything
and whatchu know ’bout heroin?
ups, get it off as soon as the pack is in
eh, matter fact whatchu know ’bout packagin?
i used to sell em dope i just got done packaging
my trap made flakka got me panicking
remember when my n-gga shot my n-gga by accident
lil b-tch ya we w-ss gang, if you ain’t w-ss gang then you wash gang
we let your brains hang, we come from north jane
i’m in the kitchen wit your aunt mane
and free pac (?) i can sell you rerock
they call me pressa don’t let me creep up on ya
these (?) turn to f-ckboy deadmihana
and you don’t want that call they come and find ya
stay with the lighter (?)

- whyg lyrics

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