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wrong way - bugatti beez lyrics

[verse 1]
unh!
i’m just trying to get it all day, n-gga
till you biting -ss n-ggas hope your jaw break, n-gga
my music, my music’s alright, n-gga
so don’t egg me on like an omelet, n-gga
gun in my hand… looking at the 9′ like i’m eight, n-gga
thinking b-tches love me for my ambition
but really they just love me for my wallet (wale), n-gga
that’s my motto like quasi, n-gga
got haters on my entrée, n-gga, i’m that n-gga
stay with a jay like ‘yonce, n-gga
rap, i was born to do this like ozzay, n-gga
your girl want to give me her hot cakes, n-gga
i met her at a soiree, n-gga
might bust on her hot face, n-gga
if her p-ssy bald then she might get ate out like john kate, n-gga
i be anywhere a pen and a pad is
such a motherf-cker i probably got kids who don’t know who they dad is
well, i guess my name is beez
you better get that sh-t down to a tee like you saying it backwards
stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic
man enough with the blabberin’, back to stuntin’
i’m fly, i smoke, sh-t, i must be a dragon
all about my money, yeah, i stay mr. krabs-in’
i go hard, let’s get that sh-t established
pull up in a big body whip, it’s your -ss again
a trunk got 12s like 6th grade cl-sses
dropping sh-t easy like i just ate laxatives
i eat rappers, i just ate half of ’em
the sh-t i write go hard on accident
my pin game, one word, n-gga: insane
my flow could be cleaner if i had time to vacuum it
(had time to vacuum it [3x])

[verse2]
man, i swear to god, i could do this all day, n-gga
my ep, did you peep it? it’s the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret
yes, i curse like a f-cking sailor, i don’t give a f-ck, my n-gga
just bleep it!
suck my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking
don’t like my language? blame my teacher!
(i ain’t got no cl-ss, i be in the hallways, n-gga!
i’m just trying to make it up to god game, n-gga!)
okay, n-gga
before i start punching like prom dates, n-gga
just know that all i do is win, so i don’t know what an l is
except monte, n-gga
save your games for the arcades, n-gga
i ain’t no chef, but i sauté n-ggas
let’s be real like ray charles’ fingers
i ball, i ball like chauncey billups
mood ontario, i’m finna k!ll ’em
219’s in the motherf-cking building
my money’s stacked to the motherf-cking rafters
lol if you thought i was about to say “ceiling.”
lol if you thought i accept your forgiving
lol at the people like, “dude, stop spitting!”
then what the f-ck i’m a do all day, n-gga?
look at your bum -ss all day, n-gga?!
i hate n-ggas, everything false through they t–th
i hate ninjas; i’m not me when i rap cause i hates n-ggas
just kidding. just f-cking kidding. just motherf-cking kidding, n-gga
funny how this lame n-gga spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast
godd-mn, who is this?!
sit on google all day, n-gga
you’ll see my music k!lls like broadway, n-gga

[outro]
(ay, my n-gga, where you going? ay, where you going? ay?!)
wrong way, n-gga

- bugatti beez lyrics

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