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u got me high - wyakhrome lyrics

[chorus]
bring the bands out
got a choppa on me, gotta stand up
you know i made it work
b*tch i got it panned out
we on the road boutta f*ck a fan

[verse]
time to bring a hunnid racks, i can’t understand ya
i’m just makin money baby, i can understand ya
i*i’m on the road, popped another xanny yeah
shawty fine sh*t everyday but she can’t play me yeah
pistol whip the cop, pistol whip the b*tch
man i sip the wock every now and then
s*shawty think i’m veeze the way i f*cked a fan
n*no i can’t be f*cked with, 4pf
yeah, f*f*froggy eyes in this b*tch jumpin
made the trap jump baby, know we up to f*ckin summ
boutta f*ckin rap on em woah
he ain’t pistol gang, he ain’t whippin those
man we skippin class but i want thе dome baby
how i f*cked her in thе group but i’m still home alone baby
jay just called my phone, yeah he got the thotties for me
no i’m not suprised, yeah that’s the mob ties
no i’m not suprised, yeah we seen the devil eyes
know she holy, i ain’t even mean to take it there
a*ain’t do nothin but make money, make a hunnid there
i ain’t say too much but i know shawty tryna stare
i ain’t say too much but
[chorus]
bring the bands out
got a choppa on me, gotta stand up
you know i made it work
b*tch i got it panned out
we on the road boutta f*ck a fan

- wyakhrome lyrics

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