wizz havinn - my sons lyrics
[intro]
mm, yeah, n+gga
yeah, um, wop (n+gga, uh, n+gga, uh, n+gga, uh)
yeah (n+gga)
[chorus]
every time i drop some sh+t, it’s like a holiday (it’s like a holiday)
these rap n+ggas my sons, but they ain’t tell me happy father’s day (that’s a d+mn shame)
think before you try this sh+t, them hitters just a call away (they just one call away)
a thirty for the custom cartier, i don’t got time to play (i don’t got time)
always movin’ with it, yeah, i keep that iron up on my waist (yeah)
d+mn, lil’ shorty different, she just let me cum all on her face (n+gga)
youngin tryna get it, i can’t miss a buck, i’m catchin’ plays (phew, can’t)
i’m forever winnin’, hit a state, b+tch, i even ain’t catch no wave (n+gga)
[verse]
i woke up and made a dub, this sh+t felt like a movie (this sh+t felt like a movie)
b+tch, i’m up off three drugs, i’m different type of zooted (ugh)
my dog ain’t flaggin’ with that gun, i swear he ready to shoot it (i swear he ready to shoot it)
wipe a n+gga ass for nothin’, i swear he ready to do it (baow)
that lil’ b+tch, she super fine, but she just need some booty (she just need some ass)
i keep bad b+tches ’round me, i feel like super hughey (hefner)
everything that i do, i see these n+ggas do it (uh)
ran that sh+t up through the roof, they hate to see me do it (n+gga, uh)
[bridge]
mm, yeah
yeah, n+gga, yeah
think, think, think before you— (uh) them hitters just a— (they just a call away, wop)
it’s a thirty for the cartier (wop), i don’t got time to play (i don’t got time to play)
yeah, mm, yeah
n+gga, yeah
think, think, think before you— (uh) them hitters just a— (wop, i’m catchin’ plays)
it’s a thirty for the cartier (yeah), i don’t got time to play, yeah (nah)
[chorus]
every time i drop some sh+t, it’s like a holiday
these rap n+ggas my sons, but they ain’t tell me happy father’s day
think before you try this sh+t, them hitters just a call away
a thirty for the custom cartier, i don’t got time to play
always movin’ with it, yeah, i keep that iron up on my waist
d+mn, lil’ shorty different, she just let me cum all on her face
youngin tryna get it, i can’t miss a buck, i’m catchin’ plays
i’m forever winnin’, hit a state, b+tch, i ain’t even catch no wave
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