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whyg - og lyrics

[intro]
(rrah, rrah)
you already know where we come man
blue feather strip
mr vanishyah the mixtape

[chorus]
she told you she celibate, (she did)
for whyg she selling it (lil’ b-tch)
quarter brick, (ay)
half a brick, (okay)
feel like oj (ay) the juice man (okay)
b-tch i’m oj whyg simpson, (skurrt)
in the kitchen, (skurrt)
cooking, jessica simpson (skurrt)
with a smithon (rrah)
she told you she celibate
for whyg she selling it (lil’ b-tch)
quarter brick
half a brick, (ay)
feel like oj (ay) the juice man (okay)
b-tch i’m oj whyg simpson, (huh)
in the kitchen, (huh)
cooking, jessica simpson (huh)
with a smithon (rrah)

[verse 1]
couldn’t find the glizzy, i had to perk the smithon
silencer on the smithon, can’t listen
all this water on my neck, go fishing
all this gold on my neck, watch it glisten
i will slide on your block, b-tch i’m driftin’
and i’m shootin’ on opps, i won’t miss ’em
bad b-tch cause my d-ck who she kisses
?? if she don’t wash her dishes
everywhere i go i’m the freshest
big gun, charles bounted and deathwish
don’t come near like celtics
whole lotta hollow tips and the cal. tech
flex on a n-gg- like bowflex
all i want is the wozzle, i don’t want s-x
all i want is the neck like a ostrich
cook the dope and let ??
you call my phone, i ignore it
cousie knock all in the door
he give me 2 bills for 4
only gave him an 80 piece
walk around with the glock with the .50 piece
aim at his -ss, can’t aim at his jesus piece
white girl in the pot
twisting around
dancing around like a ballerine
glizzy peel, it’s type like a tangerine

[verse 2]
look at my neck, it glisten (glee)
he a peon
i had to rinse him (rrah)
racks on ?? , (rrah)
(ah) (so) couldn’t go flip him (rrah, rrah)
quick to that lean, i mix it (high)
100 to 4 ?? i mix them (i do)
i was broke, i had to fix it (i did)
2 hitters on the test, they had to -ssist him (they did)
.40 it’s fat, and it talk a bit of ?? (it does)
couldn’t find the glizzy, had to perk the smithon (where is it?)
still hold the stiff it, (ah)
you better go inside with the stepping (runnin’)
this ain’t for fashion, we usin’ our weapons, (we do)
(ah) cross a lil n-gg- right off of the trackers (check it)
(ah) then swim onto the next which, (where is he)
i had to dirty a next glizz (rrah, rrah)
couldn’t swap me, i was all the way in paris (i’m gone)
(ah) cool it, talkin’ bonjour (bonjour)
took to a french ?? (ah, ah, je m’appelle)
??
she was so saucy, she had the birkin bags and the rockets (sauce)
she remind me nicole ?? (she does) , all she want bandit (wannaz)

- whyg lyrics

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