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wnc whop bezzy - tonight lyrics

[bridge 1: wnc whop bezzy]
she like to f-ck like this her last time
i spit this sh-t from the heart like this my last rhyme
i gave these n-gg-s my all and my last dime
i thank the lord i came home from my last crime

[verse: wnc whop bezzy]
so many n-gg-s plottin’ on me, that’s why they -ss dying
keep telling me you loving me, girl why the f-ck you lying?
i wear my heart out on my sleeve, ain’t no need for me crying
but let a n-gg- play with me, then i’m upping his spine
feel like i’m stuck in these streets
on my momma, i’m trying
if you ain’t been f-cking with me, ain’t no need for you trying
i gotta keep my gun on me whenever i’m ridin’
i can’t trust my family or the n-gg-s beside me
so if you love me, then say you love me
what if sum’ happen to me?
would you feel like “f-ck” me?
even though i got it all, you know i came from nothing
if we ain’t talking bout money, we can change the subject
tell me why you f-ck with me
is it cuz i’m buzzin’?
where the f-ck you n-gg-s was when my momma was strugglin’?
where the f-ck you n-gg-s was when a n-gg- was hustlin’?
i need to see a pretty day cuz the last one was ugly

[bridge 2: wnc whop bezzy]
i started from the bottom, that’s how i came up
n-gg-s get that fame and that’s when they change up
man, we got it out the mud
ain’t no n-gg- made us
and we been jumped off the porch, ain’t n-body saved us

[verse 2: wnc whop bezzy]
now a n-gg- doing shows and you gotta pay up
f-ck these hoes, just like basketball
ain’t trynna lay up
got a call from my n-gg- and i told him stay up
he been down for a while, he done got his weight up
now tell ’em free my n-gg-s up out of the pen
and free my n-gg- trudy, he back there again
and free my n-gg- gutta, he just text me again… off a hitta’
look, he’s been have my back since we were little
look, flexin’ witcho’ shiggy, that’s gon’ get it took
talking on that ‘gram, that sh-t’ ll get you whooped
n-gg- wanna beef, then i’mma f-cking cook
pockets full of paper like a f-cking book
they want a name
they trynna get some fame
that sh-t gon’ get ’em took

[bridge 3: wnc whop bezzy]
look, i’m in my own lane
i swear i won’t change
and i’m, stacking this paper
you know, doing my thang
and i, ride with that thang
you know me, i’ll go bang
and i, talk to them youngins
trynna give ’em the game
and i

- wnc whop bezzy lyrics

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