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no emotions - wynii p lyrics

yea* (kweli that 808 swingin)

i’m at ya throat while i provoke the smoke be rammin’ n*ggas like the goat
hide ya remote, fashoo, cause abracadabra, then i make a n*gga float
foot on the gas i put the pedal to the medal and make the pedal touch the floor; cause after the limit imma hit the door and know, i’m turnin n*ggas in to ghost
yes, i be flippin pennies, like a head or tails, know yo luck is runnin through the back
no i dont speak at all while i keep composure, i’ll blow up a n*gga that’s a fact
he steppin outta line, like a navy sеal, leave his block wettеr than the ocean
if he a dummy you know that i’m boastin, coastin, rippin sh*t with no emotion

yes, i be back on my hunger
if you think he go dumb i go dumber
and just like that b*tch that be ridin my d*ck man this sh*t got me cummin from under
and we party harder than haitians
while screamin get money, p*ssy, vacation
no, we cannot stop the haters and ops, so let them f*ck n*ggas keep hatin
(yea)

im speakin greater out of every angle, gotta get the kids outta the street
i’m tryna keep my focus and adjust my motives cause my sista nem, they gotta eat
first they doubt the power, now they can’t get off me, got these n*ggas beggin for a feat
just like a snappin snare when i’m in the air cause my lyrics snap on every beat
and kwe got the 808’s and they steady swingin so you know a n*gga goin dumb
it ain’t no intermission with the competition we’ll send a n*gga where he from
i had to make the difference cause before, i was beggin for change like i was a bum
and i been gettin betta like i’m lil tecca, i got black & white, so what you want?
yea we florida steppas and we really extra so you know my people getting hot
i gotta keep it quiet cause the brody told me that they creepin on a n*gga block
lyrics be packing power but my bullets louder, when i see em, imma let it go
before i pull the plug and you outta drugs man i gotta let these n*gga know…
i’m at ya throat while i provoke the smoke be rammin’ n*ggas like the goat
hide ya remote, fashoo, cause abracadabra, then i make a n*gga float
my foot on the gas i put the pedal to the medal and make the pedal touch the floor; after the limit imma hit the door and know, i’m turnin n*ggas in to ghost
and i be flippin pennies, like a head or tails, know yo luck is runnin through the back
no i dont speak at all while i keep composure, i’ll blow up a n*gga that’s a fact
he steppin outta line, like a navy seal, leave his block wetter than the ocean
if he a dummy you know that i’m boastin, coastin, rippin sh*t with no emotion

a n*gga been fed up
so much pressure i can’t keep my head up
and i stay outta time; it’s time ova money, a n*gga ain’t gettin his bread up
yea i focus on me so i man up
so much weight that a n*gga can’t stand up
i be mindin my own, you know i’ll be dammed if they drive me away in a red truck

yea yall n*ggas be fake
claimin love but you hate on the great
yea yall catchin these bodies and catchin these cases well i’m tryna catch me a break
but don’t think i ain’t bout it, cause if brody steppin then he could get shot in his face
and you n*ggas ain’t rockin the way that i’m rockin so stay the f*ck outta my way

yea i’m sick of rapper cause they steady cap’n like they really shootin up a scene
you claim that you hittin n*ggas but ain’t n*ggas dyin; youngin tell me what the f*ck you mean
my lyrics be packin power but my bullets louder; when i see em, imma let it go
before i pull the plug and you outta drugs man i gotta let these n*ggas know…
i’m at ya throat while i provoke the smoke be rammin’ n*ggas like the goat
hide ya remote, fashoo, cause abracadabra, then i make a n*gga float
my foot on the gas i put the pedal to the medal and make the pedal touch the floor; cause after the limit imma hit the door and know, i’m turnin n*ggas in to ghost
yea i be flippin pennies, like a head or tails, know yo luck is runnin through the back
no i dont speak at all while i keep composure, i’ll blow up a n*gga that’s a fact
he steppin outta line, like a navy seal, we leave his block wetter than the ocean
if he a dummy you know that i’m boastin, coastin, rippin sh*t with no emotion
b*tch…!

- wynii p lyrics

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