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wyd today - full trip lyrics

wyd today lyrics
n*gga just buy it
n*gga just buy it
aye
n*gga just buy it
sheesh
n*gga just buy it
it’s trip
smoking on this gas
this sh*t pressure
this that cotton mouth
ian post in days
i’m on the gram
like what they talking bout
call my n*gga
jonny with the stick
he make you walk it out

ian had no paper
now i switch my outfit
thrice a day
now i’m at habachi
with my shawty
she want shrimp and steak
n*ggas only crab about my price
if they ain’t got it
hit her with that eye emoji
i’m feeling toxic
i don’t talk no money
with these n*ggas
they be pocket watching
serving in my fendi sandals
that’s designer service
i just paid the engineer with 10’s
thank you for your service

i put vix on a b*tch
make her open up
i put vix on a p*ssy n*gga
calm down

choke again
cough cough
choke again

i k!ll a bug on a wall
with some gucci slides
that’s designer k!lling
gucci mask
i’m fashion k!lling
i juss blew a bag
and copped a fit
you shop at fashion village
heard that n*gga sick
here some tissue
let him blow his nose
blow a lotta gas
i smoke thrax
high as totem poles
my lil b*tch a brat
she throw fits
yea she do the most
i could make a movie
with my life
this sh*t a motion picture
you was f*ckin b*tches
after school
i was selling drugs
you know i had runtz
in july i ain’t seen a drought
lately i been tryna get this paper
ian tryna chill
n*ggas on my line
gettin sick
they doin drills
serving percs on a sat*rday
i got ice cream on sunday
and i got that
ice no cream
baby sunday
i just hit the plug on flight
from a one*way
if you selling p*ssy
i won’t buy it
i juss help promote
booty like a bad ass
kid sh*t got no control
b*tch told me i ain’t
really freaky
thumb in booty hole
told me im the captain of the boat
i’m the general
lately i been stingy with this chicken
tryna stack it up
n*ggas always tell me that they broke
when they done ran it up
and im in the kitchen
like the trap tryna cook it up
catch me on the corner with
the fiends tryna break it up

b*tch told me i could leave it in
put it in her mouth
really chasin paper
early mornin
on a money route
and i gotta link
with plug
now i’m goin south
custo hit my phone
now i’m sliding got me on the route

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