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48 bars of #wheezus - lil wheezus lyrics

it’s wheezus in the house, check out the empire i’m building
and i took so much weed, that my head start tilting
and i took so much money, they call me cryptozoo
cos i’m ridin on my b*tch, you should call her buckaroo
plus i just made a milly for scamming some opps
don’t be a snitch, don’t run to the cops
cos we safe in this game, so long as you follow through
and n0body be survivin’ if they dissing my crew
20*20 vision, but my name ain’t pat
push a yute off the building, no safety mat
48 bars how am i gonna fill this?
chat up the women cos i’m super rizz
plus last year i got jailed for smacking up bro
but he’s out of jail now, that’s a no no no
we’ll put him back in prison soon if he test me again
cos 23 my year, you can’t mess this pen
i’m like a fusion of kieran and crease, minus the cap
i got 150 semi’s hollering in the back
and they’ll go in your back too if you testing my fam
we so big in the scene, we go off with a bang
but that’s assuming we’ll die, which we probably won’t
float on top of the game in my 90k boat
the trap poppin off like soda, we don’t need to stop
cos this flavour flade we whiskin be the cream of the crop
the best products in the word, it’s miami, it’s russian
stay away from me, 1,2, concussion
now you in the er with a hole in your head
my opps slide in, unplug, you dead
we clap at funerals yeah we those type of guys
wear a hat or some shades, we come in disguise
we run the streets, we run the city
3am every day cos we stay super litty
and my english chick, she gon say she’s britty
one wrong step and she’s out, like ice, she gritty
i’m stompin on you ants, i’m basically a god
my homie strapped, you won’t know, he wear that dad bod
he rock that vest too well, you won’t even tell
with these triple and double rhymes make me sound so swell
we sang ‘merry christmas’ to an athiest dude
smacked him up for swearing, blud, don’t get rude
8 more bars left, time to start the disses
y’all still virgins, ain’t got a missis
and luke miller is a cripple you could call him joe
cos he thinks and moves .5 times thats super slow
kieran’s raps are the same and he rips of slim
he obsessed with those feet, like saul and kim
last 2 bars shoutout to my bro crease
listened this far, you must be deceased

- lil wheezus lyrics

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