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wlatt season 2 - whyg lyrics

[why-g]
designer drip, i mixed with nikes
designer drugs, i mix the sprite
i mix the fentanyl so nice
rickey rackades i spent on the ice
nintendo switch with a flash light
all of my opps are to the side
plus my aim is so precise
i guarantee you won’t survive
drop it up on ’em like surprise
and the block, i smell disguise
i left his head hard to describe
i made his head and his neck divide
obviously cannot revive
we k!ll sh-t like genocide
he want smoke, that’s suicide
b-tch i’m big boss 35

[supaw-ssi]
when we drift, we pausin’ time
i put a bag on top of your life
i got rich off of doing crime
where’s the snow, you shoot those lines?
don’t wipe your nose, b-tch, you ain’t slime
that thirty rollin’ like a lion
smoked first, watch it’s murder time
headshot make your face recline
beef with us? that’s suicide
shoot your school up, columbine
i was the last thing he remembered rise
we cook beef and let it fry
ball up spikey, porcupine

[why-g]
burrrrrrrrrr!
and i’m big guap
and i’m big slime
i only f-ck b-tches from behind
i creep up on ya’, take my time
when it’s they say they traumatized
if he ain’t dead, he paralyzed
i stretch a brick, i exercise
she give me head, i hypnotize
big glizzy it’s customized
red tony runners, it’s over sized
vanish ya’, you’re vaporized
and my trap house organized
we got up and down the side
my opp block get terrorized
i see a opp and he neutralize
k!ll a n-gga and []
w-ss gang what i advertise
thanos with this .45
wet him like he got baptized

[supaw-ssi]
if i get caught []
we take ya’ soul, you sacrifice
we take you out, you penalized
w-ssas creepin’ like your priors
my opps get busy, p-ss me the fire
sellin’ white girl, lizzy mcguire
trap house feelin’ like the wire
just had to end a clip vince carter
we ain’t last when it’s darker
throwin’ bullets like the chargers
screw with my pup, you’d get murdered
look at the script, timmy turner
sn-tch her soul she just like a burglar
you ride my wave, you ain’t a surfer
glizzy touch you like a []
it made a b-tch, you ain’t a k!ller

[why-g]
[] but he at winners
blaze ’em up like they []
vanish ’em just like a wizard
had to drop him like some liter
wipe ya’ nose, i’m a real k!ller
i’m a big dog just like i’m clifford
n-ggas bugs like catapillars
think he sick? i’m sicker
i k!ll ’em, shots like liquor
go switch for [] quicker
i’m a swisher, not a bricker
i’m in her mouth like snickers
me and cro, not a wicker
real shooter derek fisher
two two glizzy’s they sisters
trigger fingers, it got blisters

- whyg lyrics

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