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​yai3 – ​wtw lyrics

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[chorus]
doing this sh+t, ’cause i’m bored
swear to god, i don’t want this no more
swear to god, this sh+t is a chore
talk that sh+t, we kick down your door
pop a perc, can’t feel anymore
pop a addy, i’m staying awake
talking bands, b+tch, how much you make?
choppa sing riri, stay
so d+mn high, what you say?
i’m outside toting that drac’
crack a seal, pouring up drank
swear to god, i can’t even think
diamonds on, they wet like a sink
acting tough, spin on your block like a ring
i got vibes out in l.a
they know who i am at chase
choppa spray him down like some mace
put the toolie up at your face
put the toolie up at your dome
all these b+tches moving like drones
all these n+ggas moving like some bots
if i’m in the store, b+tch, i cop
swear to god, i got this sh+t on lock

[verse]
b+tch, how the f+ck you get dropped?
n+gga flexing stats, how you flop?
why these ho’ n+ggas always trying to lie?
off the sh+ts, think i’m finna die
you smoke, n+gga, don’t try
you don’t know, can’t make up your mind
keep a chop, we leave you behind
told that ho’ i’m doing just fine
smoking gas, it’s green like a lime
n+ggas broke, they don’t got a dime
swear this ho’ be wasting my time
talking crazy, you up in the sky
n+ggas cap, they don’t got a bl!ck
n+ggas weird, they on other sh+t
so d+mn high, i can’t steer the whip
smoke this gas, i’m tweaking out, b+tch
[chorus]
doing this sh+t, ’cause i’m bored
swear to god, i don’t want this no more
swear to god, this sh+t is a chore
talk that sh+t, we kick down your door
pop a perc, can’t feel anymore
pop a addy, i’m staying awake
talking bands, b+tch, how much you make?
choppa sing riri, stay
so d+mn high, what you say?
i’m outside toting that drac’
crack a seal, pouring up drank
swear to god, i can’t even think
diamonds on, they wet like a sink
acting tough, spin on your block like a ring
i got vibes out in l.a
they know who i am at chase
choppa spray him down like some mace
put the toolie up at your face
put the toolie up at your dome
all these b+tches moving like drones
all these n+ggas moving like some bots
if i’m in the store, b+tch, i cop
swear to god, i got this sh+t on lock



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