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whyg - wauce 2 lyrics

i’m so rich
n+ggas, dey b+tch (p+ssy!)
press my switch, bet his ass get pitched (grrrrr!)
in his finger, it always itch (itchy!)
i up my wand just like a witch (vanishyah!)
and my dawg, lilo & stitch
i don’t stop shootin’ until the barrel’s bridge
cold hearted, my chest is a fridge
drop a n+gga like work on da dig’
pointbank range, it’s so hard to miss
.38 special make the barrel twist
vanish him, like he didn’t exist
cross his ass, off of da tracklist
ouu!
ride like a bicyclist
gps his whip, that’s how i track him
40k on my left wrist
i ain’t even got no diamonds on it
cook da fenty like a scientist
[], but i’m so sick
catch him up, like donovan mitch
when i touched road, my opps was p+ssed
ohh!
can’t fight, can’t fight []
uhh
c+ck it back and let it rip
wherever i see, his ass gettin’ flipped
looks like road k!ll, baby girl got hit by da whip
i was in france
bad b+tch frenchs my d+ck
i was in her mouth toothpick
she eat me up, picnic
red stains on my white boxers came from lip stick
head so good, baby girl psychic
made me cum quick
face shot like john wick
[] my team sick
pour 15 on his back like vince
press it once, half da clip rinse
ouu!
it’ll leave a n+gga past tense
ouu!
holes in him like a metal fence
glock wit’ a switch and it got an accent
2 bands for my nike, so i walk on your rent
told me he ain’t dead
campin’ in da woods, in a tent
i’ll leave a n+gga on cement
ak+47 on da clip on it bends
m+16 wit’ da lens
glock 19 5th gen’
wipe your nose or wit’ da gas, i forget
get left in the past like casets
houdini got a rollie wit’ baguettes
wood brown handle made my barrel look brunette
take da plug down, now he just an outlet
you wanna beef wit’ me, you playin’ russian roulette
’cause i’ll k!ll a n+gga won’t regret
slam down on him like rj barrett
gun on my waist, bigger than da sheriffs
and i talk to dis brick like it’s a parrot
vegitarian b+tch eat my d+ck like carrots
when i watch da opps video, don’t know what they’re wearin’
where ever i see you that’s where you disappearin’
my shooter givin’ deals so yo’ life on clearance

- whyg lyrics

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