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lil shawty - wifigawd lyrics

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[intro]
(shawty) ayy (what?)
(shawty) d*mn (uptsouljah)
([?] wifi)
(thrillboy)

[chorus]
lil’ shawty, pull up, got the window tints
keep a .40, n*ggas plottin’ on my sh*t
designer on me, i got b*tches on my d*ck
gotta keep a .40, ’cause i’m robbing n*ggas’ sh*t
i walk in, yeah they start talking sh*t
i done hit a thousand l!cks
i done ran off with some bricks
order gas, h*lla zips n*gga i be bussin’ scripts
ain’t no ice on my wrist, but i’m icy as it gets
lil’ shawty, pull up, got the window tints
keep a .40, n*ggas plottin’ on my sh*t
designer on me, i got b*tches on my d*ck
gotta keep a .40, ’cause i’m robbing n*ggas’ sh*t
i walk in, yeah they start talking sh*t
i done hit a thousand l!cks
i done ran off with some bricks
order gas, h*lla zips n*gga i be bussin’ scripts
ain’t no ice on my wrist, but i’m icy as it gets
[verse]
icy as it gets, what’chu know? (what’chu know?)
i’m jugging sh*t i feel like curtis snow (curtis snow)
i had to get the [?] on my coat (on my coat)
i had to get the og for the low (for the low)
i’m [?] sh*t, all my n*ggas know (n*ggas know)
remember i was sayin’, “kick doors” (kick doors)
remember i ain’t had sh*t, though (sh*t though)
i had to [?] my n*gga on my own (on my own)
sh*t, this sh*t too easy b*tch i’m cheesing [?] through my hood
uptsouljah, n*ggas know me everywhere i’m good
marijuana odor, that sh*t boofin’ how you know it’s good
pull up in range rover, 05 jersey, b*tch you know i do

[chorus]
lil’ shawty, pull up, got the window tints
keep a .40, n*ggas plottin’ on my sh*t
designer on me, i got b*tches on my d*ck
gotta keep a .40, ’cause i’m robbing n*ggas’ sh*t
i walk in, yeah they start talking sh*t
i done hit a thousand l!cks
i done ran off with some bricks
order gas, h*lla zips n*gga i be bussin’ scripts
ain’t no ice on my wrist, but i’m icy as it getss

[outro]
lil’ shawty, pull up, got the window tints
keep a .40, n*ggas plottin’ on my sh*t
designer on me, i got b*tches on my d*ck
gotta keep a .40, ’cause i’m robbing n*ggas’ sh*t
i walk in, yeah they start talking sh*t
i done hit a thousand l!cks
i done ran off with some bricks
order gas, h*lla zips n*gga i be bussin’ scripts
ain’t no ice on my wrist, but i’m icy as it gets

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