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what they want - jg wardy lyrics

[intro: migo lee]
seal team 6
let’s go

[verse 1: migo lee]
i’m f*cking this b*tch i just f*cked up her wig
i’m f*cking this b*tch i just f*cked up the bed
i f*cked on her friend and i f*cked up her head
my uptown b*tch said i’m acting weird
this b*tch want choo so i ain’t never cared
she f*ck with the opps and i know how to play it
n*gga tried to throw me that opp but i won’t ever see it
know that i’m playing it cool but i’m splitting that wig
i put a b*tch on a plane n*gga coming back with shhh, uh
i put that, haha, yeah, seal team 6
seal team 6 n*gga know that we creep hard
ain’t having no motion them young n*ggas leak gods
i’m sliding in strikers no regular free cars
she was a good girl i made her a freak now
it was a regular chase i turned it to nascar
put it in sport and it turn to a fast car
all green trackhawk that was my last car
trx whеn i go for the new one
sеal team warriors a team full of shooters
sixty on a p i’m riding with [?]
f*ck on a b*tch and i call her a uber
go down the street and i f*ck on my couger
she say to send her the addy that b*tch think i’m stupid
i see a car two times the third time shooting
n*gga got shot and ain’t make it that n*gga a [?]
n*gga i’m feeling real bored might slide on a scooter
any car any gun in the hooptie with [?]
if your block got a camera they got ’em a movie
if i get your addy i’ma k!ll you or move you
n*gga better ask french fry we’ll shoot your medula
uh, seal team 6 on your rip n*gga know that we cl!ck some
n*gga got stuck on the wall so he beat the bricks up
f*ck on his mother that n*gga my stepson
hit him with, uh, yeah, hit him with switch that n*gga my blatt son
g20sf that be my next gun
big*ass ten mil’ glock you gon’ catch one
catching them perc’s them n*ggas can’t catch none
new ways coming you n*ggas better catch one
two in that tris’ drop it right in the twenty ounce
i got a hit for that ‘za i want twenty ounces
auntie high as a b*tch you know she ain’t coming down
i want what i want on the price i ain’t coming down
b*tch say she giving up head if not don’t come around
that p*ssy ain’t nothing put the head on me i’m coming down
i put that d*ck in her ribs that b*tch say she coming now
b*tch get to talking ’bout kids that lil’ leaf pulling out
ain’t no boxing me in you know that i’m pulling out
ain’t no boxing me in ’cause i’m really a driver
that n*gga ain’t no plug that n*gga a buyer
i got a hit for that shhh he more important than biden
b*tch keep screaming my name got me feeling like [?]
n*gga go fish on the 6 the young n*gga tried
n*gga got flamed tryna fish i don’t know why he tried
we in that fast*ass free car it got low mileage
we just took off on the law got me feeling like a pilot
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas my new name tyler
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas i feel like a cracker
lowkey wacked out riding in smackers
riding in sh*t n*gga ducking them crackers
[verse 2: jg wardy]
we the ones, yeah, we the ones that’s really whacking sh*t
ho*ass n*gga all you gotta do is reach they gon’ tell you we standing on business (nah for real)
carrying these n*ggas every time we get a car we be carrying the city
you ain’t gon’ hear my name in no n*gga song n*gga we gon’ run all through your trenches
if i don’t got drac’y i got two glocks, b*tch*n*gga we do n*ggas like 2pac
catch a n*gga down bad in traffic n*gga, doing these n*ggas like b.i.g
n*gga you know how we do it we get them drops n*gga you know we do it big
ain’t no young n*gga got no sense with that drac’ when he blowing n*gga get the kids
all that rap dissing these ho*ass n*ggas be doing they don’t even ba tapping in (ho*ass n*gga)
let a n*gga say my name in any song be running down blowing that ka*ka
test this sh*t if you want ho*ass n*gga i’ma show you this sh*t ain’t rap cap (nah for real)
f*ck*n*gga i ain’t capping in none of my songs man taking sh*t off the map
fox 5 gang n*gga, stretch gang n*gga (fox 5)
we ain’t shooting up out no cars you know how we do it we hop out walking n*ggas
dropping that sh*t these ho*ass n*ggas on nothing they just dropping disses
it’s a green light on they rip don’t come outside them boys be dropping digits
up the score my young n*gga he like sixteen he like swinging that thing
i ain’t gon’ hold you nah was broke as sh*t i was making these n*ggas ass hit the floor
now i’m up, still will make a ho*ass n*gga give that sh*t up
hop out blowing that fat sh*t n*gga got hit with this i bet his ho*ass lift up (bye*bye)

[outro: jg wardy]
fox 5 gang
free tall, free giz’, free [?]

- jg wardy lyrics

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