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anti-buffer - wiz tha great lyrics

i get it, i get it you just tryna fit in
i’m wit it, i’m wit it i ain’t even trippin
came from the slum where them n*ggas stay flipping
tap dancer shoes but these n*ggas stay sneaking
hit plays on the weekend while playing the weeknd
these n*ggas won’t beef but don’t know ima vegan
you could get beati ain’t talking no veggies
sent her the text but she don’t get the message
these n*ggas won’t features but don’t get the message
10 shows in j*pan i’m just counting my blеssings
i cut from the right and then shoot with my lefty
thеse new rappers trash they not worthy of hefty
my ex is a blessing i’m happy she met me
whenever i make it she brag that she met me
i aim with no scope but i’m sniping like wessley
different approach but i’m right where you left me
they call me tha great cuz i’m far from the basic
yeah i’m far from the basic
give me the drink with no chaser
if she gone leave i won’t chase her
shook hands with to many haters
all of my movements been major
all of my shooters got lasers
i spit that heat like it’s danger
hoes gone be hoes boy you don’t need to save her
she strip and get money i don’t even blame her
she f*ck with the team and then play em all later
ball in her court, like she play for the lakers
i scr*pe from the bottom see crabs in the bucket
i got so much tea i’m like kermit the muppet
i hit from the back grab her hair cuz she love it
n*ggas be flexing and making assumptions
got racks in the mattress, still carry a duffy
she ride throw it back like the seat of a huffy
chasing my numbers and don’t even touch it
my bro mgfamous i call him lil scruffy
i might hit the lotto been feeling real lucky
and give it to moms cuz i know that she love me
keep flexing and i’ll put a pump to yo stomach
stomp the beat out with my tim’s swear i’m buggin
adolescents out of question and out of mind
18 and pregnant teen parent she’s on her grind
to get her honors get to college and show her shine
single mother with a daughter who’s dads alive
welfare well yeah her daddies fine
mental jail cell tall tales and old lies
we grow wise and look back on those times
she’s so fine no time to rewind
i’m loaded i’m loaded
i gave you a notice
don’t f*ck with you rodents
don’t f*ck with you peasants
i’m posted i’m focused
on getting this yoda
they don’t wanna show us
this world is corrupted
i might be the chosen one
i might be on to something
007 that golden gun
y’all n*ggas fold and run
timmy turner on the run
12 gauge blow his stomach
acting like he knowing something
they be tappin on them phones no front

- wiz tha great lyrics

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