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perk dick - woodboy gee lyrics

[intro]
all that gang sh*t, you hear me?
come on
all that gang sh*t, you hear me? (these n*ggas know it)
just know that (you hear me?)
(ayy, who made that sh*t, n*gga?)
come on (uh)

[verse 1]
i feel like 50 cent, i’ma keep my vest every time i do a show
n*gga done went out sad, he done beat his b*tch up ’cause i screwed his ho
she can’t suck no d*ck, but i keep her ’round ’cause she can move this dope
turnt up like i’m ‘posed to be, your broke ass can’t get close to me
i can’t speak for them, but when we movе, n*gga, we control the streets
i be d*ckin’ hеr down, every time i leave, she be tryna go to sleep
i ain’t gotta put on all my diamond chains to make them notice me (uh*uh)
n*gga, i’m high as f*ck, i be really up like where the vocals be (i’m up)
she know i can’t be a man, it’s cool, she still be f*ckin’ off
biggest past scissors, i caught her cheatin’ and then i cut her off
my lil’ niece in high school, they be tellin’ her “sis, your uncle raw”
tyc, that’s everybody take your charge, boy, that’s the f*ckin’ law
crackers pulled me over, i ain’t tell ’em nothin’ that i f*ckin’ saw
she be rubbin’ me all on top of my stomach like she mrs. claus (uh*huh)
i’m kickin’ game to my lil’ b*tch, she be lettin’ me see her flaws
i’ma put that thing on my lil’ b*tch, she be lettin’ me see her drawers
[chrous]
bae, i’m tryna trick tonight, goin’ without that lip tonight
i might bust your wrist tonight, we might make a fl!ck tonight
i just gotta hit it right, bbl, it’s sittin’ right
usually, i don’t do this, but i’m givin’ you perc d*ck tonight (yeah)

[verse 2]
my last b*tch was nastier than you, stop with all that cappin’ sh*t (capper)
i’m a real bagger, but sometimes i be on this rappin’ sh*t (yeah)
bro them from the nola, keep a stick, they tryna clap some sh*t
ain’t with all that actin’ sh*t, don’t try me on no rapper sh*t
dapper dan, gucci, i’m double g, i’m on some player sh*t
n*gga done tried to catch my powerhouse, he be on some hater sh*t (please)
f*ck him, though, i’m runnin’ from coast to coast, i’m ‘cross the country, though
gettin’ head from a b*tch who don’t speak english in a bungalo (yeah)
n*gga done shot his shot at my lil’ b*tch and he went [?] before
the t*o*p of every list, that’s what i’m gunnin’ for
i just sold a hundred plates, lil’ n*gga, i want a hundred more
i’m on the bunk with my lil’ n*gga, we got a hundred hoes (yeah)

[chrous]
bae, i’m tryna trick tonight (come on), goin’ without that lip tonight (shh)
i might bust your wrist tonight (ice), we might make a fl!ck tonight (yeah)
i just gotta hit it right, bbl, it’s sittin’ right
usually, i don’t do this, but i’m givin’ you perc d*ck tonight (yeah)

- woodboy gee lyrics

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