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wpwj – all me remix lyrics

[produced by key wane]

[hook: drake]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot, it’s a lot
f-ck that, never mind what i got
n-gg- don’t watch that cause i—
came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me, all me for real
came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me, all me for real

[verse 1: big p]
fire in the rhyme, you should be ashamed
b-mpin my sh-t, bang bang
would do the chorus but i don’t sing
b-tches callin your phone? i don’t hear no rang
(ah!) you ain’t what you claim
think you spittin flame
think you funny, oh wait, but i won’t say no names
okay cut it scissors up, f-ck you up watch me gun you up
struttin “big p’s around big p’s around”
you need that sound i got that sound
got -ssists like i’m rondo
but i ain’t washed up, yeah i just get that sh-t like bron doe
get the green i need it pr-nto, i make your b-tch look awf and my d-ck so big it make your d-ck look like its soft
i’m a saver, i’m a blesser, pastor p, n-gg- god bless ya
if i was in that b-tch they’d be hanging like some testes

[verse 2: noah d]
touched down in 99
bball coach named trevor kline
worked me hard so i would shine you don’t get results unless you put in time
saw your jump shot hatten hated it
spin too much i don’t play that sh-t i get played a lot murph gets played a bit couple 5 minute drills be g-y as sh-t god
d-mn
no more frontin over on this side don’t come at me i won’t come at y’all it’s no different over on this side god d-mn
i don’t listen to anybody but myself
grind every d-mn day gotta carry that load out here workin like a shelf
cashin checks, squad having lots of s-x
call me hunter cause i’m gettin head from that girl that he calls lex
i swear y’all just wastin y’all breath
come at me results in death
you can’t see it clear don’t worry man i getcha -ss some specs
look just understand we on the road at phs they chirpin in this b-tch
we on the road at lhs they be givin us some sh-t
when i write this verse i try to keep it clean
i see right through you like a green screen
not the green screen in the movie scenes
the green kept in stacks to the ceiling
god d-mn

[verse 3: flemdaddy]
hoe shut the f-ck up
i spit fire and i’m cold when i’m in the spot
patching rhymes like icy hot
dangerous metaphors on metaphors
but keep the world peace that’s what mettas for
you want it but you can’t have it
elmer fudd chasing that rabbit
all these n-gg-s look up to me
the irony is k!lling me
i’m taking my sweet time
steal a rolex made out of chocolate
ima end up on top no doubt about it
lose these n-gg-s like a maze with no exit
ima win it all
take home the ship
captain phillips
lead the sh-t
like lebron trading teams
if you m i a we come with the heat
they lie with b-tches
all night
in their bed
daydreaming, in their head
no truth in that, lie to b-tches
all these n-gg-s tryna be like me
i feel like a superhero on halloween
i swear to god these n-gg-s pray to me
treat me like a god
the next day they cuss me out
(they make me f-ckin promises)
yeah they swear to god
like i wrote the bible
they bow before me and kiss my foot
i write my sh-t on three hole punched paper
i guess i did write the holy book
that’s all me
and we number one
your dementia bars, i can’t remember one
what’s above 2? that’s number one
that makes you half the man i am bruh
lil b-tch

- wpwj lyrics

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