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woodboy gee - last bub left lyrics

[chorus: woodboy gee]
this the last bub left, n+gga, come and get it (hoo)
and it matter more ’bout what you savin’, not how much you spendin’
when i put them plates on 75, i knew that sh+t was risky
i rap ’bout what i’m livin’, i hit ig and show them n+ggas fifty
n+gga, i’m powered up, on my first kit, i d+mn near spent a sixty
i can’t get knocked up on my pimpin’, can’t let these n+ggas trick me
this big old rollie up on my wrist, it’s full of water, drippin’
i ain’t gotta talk, just know my jewelry bost a quarter million

[verse 1: woodboy gee]
i’m talkin’ money, n+gga, i went to johnny and put a brick in here
i’m whippin’ this b+tch, i’m d+mn near ’bout to crash, n+gga switchin’ gears
tez just go get the money and f+ck them n+ggas, that’s how my mama feel
i remember i was takin’ a hundred ‘bows up to thomasvillе
hmm, let’s talk numbers now, you get somе plates for twenty+five
and got lil’ buddy coming back and forth like he running suicides
when i put them plates up in your trap, you know it’s do or die
is you gon’ shoot or die? you ain’t ‘posed to give a f+ck who inside
take your scale out, let me see if you numerical
i spend them twenties and them tens, but them blues, i cherish ’em
my money right, i’ma throw you somethin’ on top just like it’s relishing
them people listenin’ on them phone, yeah, this sh+t been scarin’ ’em
i’ma buy you brand+new givenchy heels if you get the pack
now love my b+tch in dallas, texas, ’cause she get it back
i put a sixty up on my wrist, another one on my neck
yeah, all this sh+t come from the trap, i’m a f+ckin’ vet
[chorus: woodboy gee]
this the last bub left, n+gga, come and get it (hoo)
and it matter more ’bout what you savin’, not how much you spendin’
when i put them plates on 75, i knew that sh+t was risky
i rap ’bout what i’m livin’, i hit ig and show them n+ggas fifty
n+gga, i’m powered up, on my first kit, i d+mn near spent a sixty
i can’t get knocked up on my pimpin’, can’t let these n+ggas trick me
this big old rollie up on my wrist, it’s full of water, drippin’
i ain’t gotta talk, just know my jewelry bost a quarter million

[verse 2: baby money]
n+gga, i went to hutch trippin’, bust rollies, bust pendants
for a thousand ‘bows in one load, i’m in the truck shippin’
and we’d break these b+tches down ’til it’s dust in it
cop and go, it’s just business, tell ’em it’s just us, n+gga
and i’m the bag man, count it, i got fast hands
i could tell by how you n+ggas look that you ain’t had ten
watch n+ggas run it up and fall, i’m the last man
got ‘za ‘bows from michael jordan, this our last dance
and they say it took a day to count that sh+t, they lied to me
in eight hours, count a milli’, couple fifties, lot of twenties
i was watchin’ boston georgia blow when i got influenced
now give ’em to my door, on my mama this sh+t serious
white body, red guts, the seats like they on they period
fifty racks in my amiris, if i say it then i meant it
b+tch, i’m a street n+gga, wanna cop a patek, f+ck amiri
b+tch, i’m a street n+gga, livin’ what i’m rappin’, f+ck a lyric
[chorus: woodboy gee]
this the last bub left, n+gga, come and get it (hoo)
and it matter more ’bout what you savin’, not how much you spendin’
when i put them plates on 75, i knew that sh+t was risky
i rap ’bout what i’m livin’, i hit ig and show them n+ggas fifty
n+gga, i’m powered up, on my first kit, i d+mn near spent a sixty
i can’t get knocked up on my pimpin’, can’t let these n+ggas trick me
this big old rollie up on my wrist, it’s full of water, drippin’
i ain’t gotta talk, just know my jewelry bost a quarter million (a quarter ticket)

- woodboy gee lyrics

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