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wizz havinn & veeze - eminem lyrics

[intro: wizz havinn]
f+ck
super
super wizz, n+gga
ah
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)
n+gga
n+gga
n+gga
uh, n+gga, uh
yeah
(n+gga, uh)

[chorus: wizz havinn]
smokin’ on that sh+t from bobby, n+gga cookin’ whitney (n+gga cookin’ whitney)
i be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (feelin’ like a chemist)
why these f+ck n+ggas be trippin’? need to mind they business (need to mind they business)
poor+hustlin’+ass n+gga, out here penny pinchin’ (f+ck n+gga)
powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ benjis
yeah, that sh+t was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (man, f+ck)
yeah, my lil’ n+gga repented, but he still sinnin’ (for sure)
a n+gga took a lot of losses, but i’m still winnin’ (rrr)

[verse 1: wizz havinn]
f+cked ’round and lost my l’s, but i’m still bendin’ (the f+ck?)
p+ssy n+gga make me mad, i’ma go see the dentist (real sh+t, n+gga)
no, that’s not a regular bl!ck, this sh+t got a switchy (frrt)
got your b+tch screamin’, “uh,” when i’m diggin’ in it (uh)
super super wizz, mr. too sticky (too sticky)
might go buy an old school and drop a new engine (uh)
gotta keep these n+ggas from ’round ’cause they be too feminine (they be too feminine)
serving glee, my sh+t off+white, call it eminem (eminem)
[chorus: wizz havinn & veeze]
smokin’ on that sh+t from bobby, n+gga cookin’ whitney (yeah)
i be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (n+gga, uh)
why these f+ck n+ggas be trippin’? need to mind they business (uh, uh, uh)
poor+hustlin’+ass n+gga, out here penny pinchin’ (uh, uh, uh)
powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ benjis (yeah)
yeah, that sh+t was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (wizz)
yeah, my lil’ n+gga repented, but he still sinnin’ (uh, n+gga, still sinnin’)
a n+gga took a lot of losses, but i’m still winnin’ (know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga, uh)

[verse 2: veeze]
selling packs (yeah), stuff the bags pre+check (let’s go, gang)
have a n+gga for his bl!ck, take his street cred (lame+ass n+gga)
yeah, i hit his main ho, but that’s my lil’ secret
i can’t wear no amiris no more, that sh+t for the weaklings
i woke up, i cracked a pint for breakfast, i don’t need it
i still tax that n+gga for the pack, known him since sixth grade
i f+cked up they household, i still pay rent where your b+tch stay (ha)
i won’t play no games unless it’s big bank taking lil’ bank (frrt, beep, let’s go)
serving h, bring that boy to the yard, call that “milkshake”
called up wizz phone like five times, he on a bubba play
i got all these sons, they ain’t even give me sh+t for father’s day (d+mn, d+mn)
we the veeze way, i got free bands, that motion gang, n+gga

[chorus: wizz havinn]
smokin’ on that sh+t from bobby, n+gga cookin’ whitney (yeah)
i be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (n+gga, uh)
why these f+ck n+ggas be trippin’? need to mind they business (uh, uh, uh)
poor+hustlin’+ass n+gga, out here penny pinchin’ (uh, uh, uh)
powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ benjis (yeah)
yeah, that sh+t was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (wizz)
yeah, my lil’ n+gga repented, but he still sinnin’ (but he still sinnin’)
a n+gga took a lot of losses, but i’m still winnin’ (n+gga, uh)
[outro: wizz havinn]
super, super
n+gga
super wizz, n+gga
don’t say, “wizz”
put, “super,” in front of that sh+t
so now i’m super wizz havinn, f+ck n+gga
you heard?

- wizz havinn veeze lyrics

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