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wassup - young da gawd lyrics

i just got a quarter in this b*tch
wassup
trying to roll a bob marley
f*ck a spliff
wassup
got a little bad b*tch with me
take a picture
in the kitchen
like i’m about to whip some grits up
excuse me
blessed like i’m sneezing
i chance up 4 time like the seasons
my neck my arms
straight gleaming
throwing up everything
bulimic

dead broke
back then i was dead po
no water no lights no joke
i was f*cked up
yeah i wanted all the smoke
learn the ropes
cut it just to cook it
wassup
flex the muscle by the chеst
like i’m doing push ups
if you really trying to find me
f*ckin hatеr look up
two cups
one lean other one liquor
hit her no kiss her
she smell like fiji l!ck her
woo d*mn
hundred grand
she going to eat it in the end
sam i am
watch me stretch
rubber band
poppin saki
ice like hockey
go 0 to 100
kawasaki
wrist stocky
all my fish swim aki
no probablys
choppers like a run with harley
blowing ganji
in the jungle no jumanji
i just got a quarter in this b*tch
wassup
trying to roll a bob marley
f*ck a spliff
wassup
got a little bad b*tch with me
take a picture
in the kitchen
like i’m about to whip some grits up
excuse me
blessed like i’m sneezing
i chance up 4 time like the seasons
my neck my arms
straight gleaming
throwing up everything
bulimic

cold medina
mid compact nina
i’ll squeeze them
leave them like i don’t need them
od em
that purple haze with puerto ricans
eyes so low you will think a n*gga sleeping
leave them
leaking
she looking for me like a beacon
cause i f*cked her weave up
now she look like the weeknd
d*mn
what we doing
what you planned
cause i’m coming off the bench
like the 6th man
and my neck drip drop
so quick man
wrist man 6 grand
you ain’t saying sh*t man
sick man and i hold it down
like quicksand
i caming back for that money
like the rent man
wassup
i just got a quarter in this b*tch
wassup
trying to roll a bob marley
f*ck a spliff
wassup
got a little bad b*tch with me
take a picture
in the kitchen
like i’m about to whip some grits up
excuse me
blessed like i’m sneezing
i chance up 4 time like the seasons
my neck my arms
straight gleaming
throwing up everything
bulimic

- young da gawd lyrics

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