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homer - woogservin ft. pede lyrics

[freestyle]

(woogservin) first in the trap
im pioneer
flashlight on the glock
he got stuck like a deer
she ain’t got no insurance
still hit from the rear
new african plug
keep offering me beer
she got crooked smile
i brought her veneers
my uncle walk down on you
wearing a wig
put the switch on the chop
he got smoked like a cig
real n*gga stay solid
while doing a bid
can’t beef bout a b*tch
houston and fizz
my old head b*tch
keep saying yadigg
got money in the bank
i feel like the miz
no heart like then tin man
but this not the wiz
amber alert kidnapping your kids
bro step on your ass
then cut off his dreads
he pop two rp’s
gone off thе meds
in the hole too long
hе ain’t right in the head
blrrtt blrrtt
i be with my brothers
im like baby joker
good gas smell the aroma
sippin on yellow
my cup look like homer
mortal cobat
b*tch fighting like sonya
chop get to singing
i call it nick jonas
b*tch on my d*ck
told her that she can hold it
put a n*gga 6ft
i ain’t talkin bout covid
internet n*ggas
be famous for trolling
striking his b*tch
like im bowling
boy you a sixth man
you something like lamar odom
freaky b*tch
sucking the scr*t*m
he try fight
he fought for his life
thought i told em
only time he shot his gun
was !st of january
nicknamed him halloween
that boy was super scary
playing wit me
put your face on the obituary
dont get what im saying
then get you a dictionary
wouldve took it to trail
i beat the preliminary
blrrtt
they couldn’t hold me
try wash me up
they still couldn’t fold me
put a sock in his mouth
like mick foley
life sweet like zach
i put it on cody
b*tch ate up the kids
and its giving her protein
boy you gonna die
keep sippin on green lean
762 hit em
it f*cked up his spleen
new green,red beam
its something like christmas
got snakes in the grass
i can hear that b*tch hissing
gotta stay wit a pole
i know n*ggas be fishing
gta living my life is a mission
(pede) put that beam on the glock
watch a lil n*gga work
im on the block
where we serve rocks & pounds
bet that know im the man
better ask who you round
he get whole 100 round
if he f*ckin wit jr
these are 556`s
thats stuffed in this ar
real street ain’t pulling no cards
this s550 backed in the garage
she gave me head for a hr
i gave her lockjaw
“baa baa bow”
shots out the window
no i ain’t f*ckin wit him
he ain’t kenfolk
and a neckshot hit em
it went through his lymph node
no this ain’t call of duty
i shoot like a quick scope
i know n*ggas they saying
they can’t trust a soul
but they the same n*ggas
thats plotting and robbing
i had to double my profit
i ain’t have no option
im just trying stack me a dollar
i didn’t have no daddy
i hold my own water
and that goop gonna come
ina load cross the boarder
i be posted on fulton
you get what you order
and i know he a b*tch
he be getting extorted
christian dior my lil b*tch
but honestly i cannot wait
to have me a lil daughter
i swear ima spoil her
f*ck all that cappin you doing
you better go get you insurance
i be pushing this foreign
back in la or dc
or where ever a lil n*gga going
im trying go touring
so i can bag every b*tch ina state
cause a lil n*gga on
like what are you doing

- woogservin ft pede lyrics

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