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south beach - woodboy gee lyrics

[intro]
i be on that gangster sh*t, you hear me?
that’s woodboy gee, man, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’m tryna get behind
i did
yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
lil’ bro keep askin’ can he use my kitchen, i don’t mind it (i don’t mind it)
b*tch just got a bbl, i’m tryna get behind it (i’m tryna get behind)
i’m the type of n*gga to knock that p*ssy off alignment (i did)
and i’m quick to switch a n*gga channel with this fire stick
she can’t see the vision ’cause she a blind b*tch
feds just hit the spot, i swear to god, but they ain’t find sh*t
slidin’ srt, i’m on south beach, i’m with a fine b*tch
say i act like [?], she caught me when she in a bind, b*tch

[verse]
i grew up sellin’ dope, we just adapt to our enviornment
plus i’m off a perc, sh*t got mе itchin’ like it’s [?]
n*ggas be on the ‘nеt like peter parker, they ain’t my kind, b*tch
plus i’m draped up every day, my safe filled up with diamonds (ice)
i’m the king hulk, a big bird, no, i ain’t slimy
i used to cook up crack and sell them lows but now i’m rhymin’
i switched the rolex to the patek watch, it’s perfect timin’
plus i gotta stay in my rearview, they might k!ll me while i’m slidin’
they knowin’ i put the hood up on my back
i got ’em out the trenches, slime for like two million, that’s a fact
if i don’t like the sh*t i just copped from my plug, i double back
plus, i like a brown b*tch, she dark and thick like kyla pratt
n*gga, that’s plenty proud
smokin’ line green, five dollar sacks, now i’m smokin’ loud
plus i want my sh*t the moshpit, jump off in the crowd
i feel like dmx, i’m in the trenches, how it’s goin’ down?
r.i.p. my n*gga, he died for nothin’, sh*t less than a pound
(fear of god shirt, but i don’t feel n*ggas)
plus my woadie beggin’ for 10k, he might go get a n*gga
and when i get them boxes off the plane, you know i’ma split it with you
i’m in the mall, i spent like 5k, these n*ggas be penny pinchin’ (these n*ggas be penny pinchin’), uh
i feel like 50 cent, they wanna “many men” me
i’m posted up in liv with like two hoes, you know i’m gettin’ jiggy
i call my right wrist r. kelly, ’cause it’s really p*ssy
when i call my b*tch ‘za, jump in that p*ssy, that sh*t be gettin’ sticky, yeah
n*ggas tryna shoot me in my back, i know plenty rickies
dope boy, i grew up on the block wearin’ skinny d*ckies
cuban link on my neck, gotta suck my d*ck, i ain’t gettin’ hickeys
these n*ggas be talkin’ sh*t, i cover my ears, i can’t hear ’em really
just like fish and grease, it’s time to [?]
lil’ n*gga been say he gettin’ more cheese than gee, lil’ n*gga, you need to stop it
i’m fly as f*ck just like a pilot, gettin’ head off in the c*ckpit
lil’ bro be actin’ like ralo with that dog food, he on his auction
[chorus]
lil’ bro keep askin’ can he use my kitchen, i don’t mind it (i don’t mind it)
b*tch just got a bbl, i’m tryna get behind it (i’m tryna get behind)
i’m the type of n*gga to knock that p*ssy off alignment (i did)
and i’m quick to switch a n*gga channel with this fire stick
she can’t see the vision ’cause she a blind b*tch
feds just hit the spot, i swear to god, but they ain’t find sh*t
slidin’ srt, i’m on south beach, i’m with a fine b*tch
say i act like [?], she caught me when she in a bind, b*tch

- woodboy gee lyrics

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