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spazzin - n7 & pwap lyrics

[intro: pwap & n7]
yo, f-ck that n-gga n7
petty wap
n-gga, f-ck you
hahaha
ayy, ayy
whoa

[verse 1: pwap]
i be jumpin’ in the water, scuba divin’
add a deuce with the perky just to get a little higher
i’ma roll a couple swishers just to get a little higher
i ain’t payin’ for the p-ssy, i ain’t never been the buyer
white b-tch type sh-t, call her lizzy wap mcguire
you be talkin’ to the feds, n-ggas singin’ like the choir
i’ma slaughter n-ggas’ daughters, best believe i’m michael myers
n-ggas turnin’ like a wheel, b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ tired, on god
n-ggas get milked, turn expired
if a n-gga need the pack then i’ma sh-tty bag supplier
i be bouncin’ out the gym, kobe bryant, but a viper
hit a n-gga from a distance, i’m amazin’, i’m a sniper
i put a pack on her -ss like a motherf-ckin’ diaper
stupid wet, drippin’ off like a windshield wiper
made a b-tch eat a pickle, call me petty peter piper
i’ma bless a lil’ b-tch like a motherf-ckin’ bible, on god

[verse 2: n7]
like a motherf-ckin’ bible, bless a n-gga
if he threaten me, i be bouncin’ out the function with my other brother petty
baby, i just want the mouth ’cause the p-ssy stink daily
can’t mix with ciroc ’cause i told her i’m a lefty
booty trap onion, servin’ c0ke out her p-ssy
baby mama had a baby, spittin’ daisies
i was swimmin’ in the water, p-ssy wetter than a jet-ski
and i told her get creative, let me f-ck you and your bestie
n-gga so cold that he probably was a yeti
i been poppin’ like some hockers got a bad b-tch, she in asia
kickin’ sh-t just like fifa, in the wicked gettin’ messy
hot sauce all because the drip dead like some jerseys

[verse 3: pwap]
wax off on the dime, on the ice wayne gretzky
just got the b-tch number, stupid, now she be s-xtin’
i be cappin’ off of b-tches, sellin’ p-ssy in the telly
told the b-tches you can suck it but you cannot take a selfie

[verse 4: n7]
spazzin’ like a rabbit, karats, i ain’t smokin’ veggies
spinnin’ like a ceiling fan and it come with wendy’s
walk in with a full kit then i walk in with an empty
call it lil caesar’s ’cause the glock hot and ready

[verse 5: pwap]
i call it lil caesar’s ’cause the chopper hot and ready
got a thick white b-tch, had to call her lil debbie
she the type to eat the d-ck, same time the b-tch met me
i’m the type to f-ck her face, and she the type of b-tch let me
b-tch it’s pwap from the wicked, only gangsters in my section
drawin’ down on the n-gga, sendin’ message, i’ll wet ’em
flash quick on a p-ssy n-gga, flashin’ epileptic
where’s wap? n7, we gettin’ fetty, servin’ petty

[verse 6: n7]
knock him out his sandals since he wanna flip-flop
big glock, thirty long, chris bosh, big knots
me and you in love, think not, you thought
b-tch stop, kick rocks, big thot

[verse 7: pwap]
hey mama, look, i made it, i’m on worldstar
party rockstar, hotboxin’ in your girl car
straight actavis, i don’t never do the wockhardt
still the same n-gga, hard-headed since h-ll start

[verse 8: n7 & pwap]
just copped a lil’ b-tch to be cute, she from petsmart
flex hard, stretch a check out, leavin’ stretch marks
next park, b-tches washed out like a wet car
p-ss the pack to my n-gga trap like brett favre
chopper too big, knock a n-gga out
don’t go pretending, my pockets hungry, i could eat a cow
top of the chamber, these b-tches f-ck for a little clout
we the ones invented it, step in, and show you n-ggas how to wiggle down

[verse 9: pwap]
show the same n-ggas how to wiggle up
never leave my gang, that’s on my wrist and i’ma lift it up
shout out sosa fling, yeah that’s my n-gga, never switchin’ up
west to south side, mud brothers gettin’ bigger bucks

[verse 10: n7 & pwap]
ayy, n7, petty wap, on some money sh-t, (bag sh-t)
never ever catch me lackin’, lil’ mad b-tch (sad sh-t)
i’m a 700 goonie wreakin’ havoc (gas sh-t)
just walked through the west, f-ck traffic (i crash sh-t)
b-tch i walk with a wicked, i wiggle, [?] a melon
if i hop out the whip and i wake the roof up like i’m winning
hundred eight b-lls in the kitchen, turn the safehouse to a witness
soon as we hit the block up, i swear that all my n-ggas linen

[verse 11: pwap]
i had to lift up my chopper, it’s ’bout to eat you like spaghetti
it’s pwap from the wicked but my b-tches just call me petty
had the sauce on my body, i’m finna blow just like confetti
and all you n-ggas ain’t ’bout it, i’m really spazzin’, stupid ready

- n7 pwap lyrics

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