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wizard - afterdeath lyrics

[intro]
$upreme
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus]
f*ck you p*ssy, i don’t care ’bout yo’ swag
and my bank workin’ out, my wallet look fat
my b*tch lookin’ just like selena
so call me a wizard, wave a wand
and countin’ my racks, like
f*ck you p*ssy, i don’t care ’bout yo’ swag
and my bank workin’ out, my wallet look fat
my b*tch lookin’ just like selena
so call me a wizard, wave a wand
and countin’ my racks (yuh)

[verse]
like, f*ckin’ with me, i’m a veteran
i graduated, i don’t need no letterman, huh
lookin’ like you is a jealous man
i just sit back and relax while i sip on that medicine
i can’t f*ck with you, huh
wipe yo’ nose, i’ma need a f*ckin’ tissue
so why you want problems? you startin’ an issue
so i’ma pull up on yo’ block and just bless you, huh
i’m running away from the love
that p*ssy don’t faze me, i’ll just use the drugs, huh
b*tch it’s alrеady enough, the oxy, the xanny
go meet up thе plug, yuh, lil’ b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck
i skirt off the bridge and i’m ’bout to give up, yuh
sometimes i’m acting real tough, but in reality my grave was just dug, yuh
she got that super suck, i got that super luck
run up on me, i don’t give a f*ck, she got that tummy tuck, yuh
p*ssy so tight, gotta buckle up
she ’boutta lose my trust, yuh
i’ma shoot you like a hockey puck, yuh
run it up, run it up, ay, yuh
slow it down, count big racks
big money, big stacks
in the club, where the b*tches at?
throwin’ money, while they shake ass
you a big thot, you a big hoe
you suck d*ck like shaq at the free throw
i’m kissin’ on her friend while she deepthroat
talk sh*t, put a bullet through yo’ window (yuh)
[chorus]
f*ck you p*ssy, i don’t care ’bout yo’ swag
and my bank workin’ out, my wallet look fat
my b*tch lookin’ just like selena
so call me a wizard, wave a wand
and countin’ my racks, like
f*ck you p*ssy, i don’t care ’bout yo’ swag
and my bank workin’ out, my wallet look fat
my b*tch lookin’ just like selena
so call me a wizard, wave a wand
and countin’ my racks (yuh)
like, f*ckin’ with me, i’m a veteran
i graduated, i don’t need no letterman, huh
lookin’ like you is a jealous man
i just sit back and relax while i sip on that medicine
i can’t f*ck with you, huh
wipe yo’ nose, i’ma need a f*ckin’ tissue
so why you want problems? you startin’ an issue
so i’ma pull up on the block and just bless you, huh

- afterdeath lyrics

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