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chase - whyg, j neat, supawassi lyrics

[intro: why g]
freaky
burrrrrrrrrrrrrp
freaky
lah, lah
i bet i take his face, i bet i take his face
uh, yeah, lah, uh
i bet i take his face
hop out

[chorus: why g]
run him down (runnin’)
chase (chase)
lah, i bet i take his face (lah, lah)
big glizzy wit’ a switch
your thirty cl!ck
different shape, uh (circle)
whenever i see you yellow tape
glizz chains on water, ocean, river, lake (water)
when i walk on your block feel like earthquakes
beef cookin’, grillin’, well done steak (lah)
thirty*eight’ll bake him like a cake (lah)

[verse 1: why g]
bad b*tch gorgeous
tryna play footsie on a date
catch a opp fly him, i think he had on a cape
fat forty make him lose weight
i need rackades in a suitcase
glock twenty*three take your toupee
bake him up like a souffle
in the trap [?] rickedy rackades
white thirty*five wit’ a [?]
big g, nineteen wit’ a switch it went cold case
drop a n*gga like a snowflake
run up the bands wit’ no breaks
free crodie b*man ’cause he caught a body on his birthday

[verse 2: j neat]
aye
on my block it get deadly
i got a glock under my teffy (bap, bap)
still trappin’ still dodgin’ investys (undies)
i get her wet, just like a jet ski (ugh, ugh)
[?] to choose on ice like gretzky (aye)
i got a bad lil’ b*tch named nina
finger f*ck her i let her squeeze her (bap, bap, bap, bap)
takin’ souls i feel like the reaper
he ain’t gon’ shoot new air he cap (he cap, he cap)
like peeon my pockets fat (it’s fat)
i’m wlatt lil’ b*tch ain’t slatt (wlatt)
run him down get turned to a pack, aye
glizzy on me no safety (no safety, b*tch)
i’m gonna shoot no maybe (no maybe, b*tch)
i’m in the kitchen still whippin’ a pot
you can come shop like macy’s (come shoppin’)

[verse 3: supawassi]
i wipe him down like suede (wipe down)
i’m a big dog i need a cage (clifford)
this glizzy’ll get you erased (vanish)
he a rapper’s front page (on the news)
in the trap your auntie my maid (trap)
no 42 dugg we paid (we paid)
thirty*four his b*tch make a race (race)
i got doggies fightin’ case (fightin’)
i turn them down they sellin’ ‘caine (dog food)
we three lit just like a flame (three lit)
wass drill right out the range (wlatt)
run him down just like usain (chase)
drop a n*gga just like a some change (coins)
wipe boy down like the rain
i got birds just like cranes (birdies)
no moves say i give out fades (fades)

- whyg j neat supawassi lyrics

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