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see myself (intro) - whew lyrics

wucci
yeahh yeahh yeahh

(hook)
you don’t gotta ask if i’m solid
put him in pocket he get outta pocket
see through the bullsh*t, i sit back and watch it
i run through these racks but these shoes ain’t huaraches
i took a cheap hoe to benihibachi!
sent in the documents now we back rockin’
i’m getting’ the paper like i’m makin’ copies
2020 c8, this not a ferrari
i can’t see myself tellin’ you sorry
i can’t see myself havin’ to borrow
i’m at fault then i’m takin’ a charge
i get paper from redan to barge
i’m a dealer and i play with cards
was sippin’ codeine but ain’t hit her raw
i ain’t selfish, lеt her hit my dawg
four grams, this backwood a log

(verse)
i put it in traffic, takе risk on the road
start from scratch, yeah i know how it go
found a country boy buyin’ some lows
he pay the high like they grown indoors
fn stuck on my hip
but these rps keep me on my toes
i don’t even do my own laundry
what the f*ck make you think i’mma fold
n****s ain’t even gon’ ride
why the f*ck you worry ‘bout what i drove
n****s ain’t even gon’ slide
why the f*ck you walk ‘round with a pole
hundred racks bussin’ out a wrapper, no cap
ain’t a f*ck n**** ‘round that i owe
shootin’ dice, that’s a thousand a roll
she gon’ f*ck for a thousand, i know
if the bank roll fold then it’s sold
all my diamonds they keepin’ me cold
sit on top of each other just like a row
the b*tch got aggy so i let the hoe go
ain’t sh*t sweet, i’m just lettin’ you know
i’m in la, i’m watchin’ her play with her nose
go to dc and they treat me like trump
they say “wucci, we know you the one” (know you the one)
(hook)
you don’t gotta ask if i’m solid
put him in pocket he get outta pocket
see through the bullsh*t, i sit back and watch it
i run through these racks but these shoes ain’t huaraches
i took a cheap hoe to benihibachi!
sent in the documents now we back rockin’
i’m getting’ the paper like i’m makin’ copies
2020 c8, this not a ferrari
i can’t see myself tellin’ you sorry
i can’t see myself havin’ to borrow
i’m at fault then i’m takin’ a charge
i get paper from redan to barge
i’m a dealer and i play with cards
was sippin’ codeine but ain’t hit her raw
i ain’t selfish, let her hit my dawg
four grams, this backwood a log

- whew lyrics

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