| Wheezy outta here
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| It’s young Wunna and young Wheezy, man this shit too easy
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| Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
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| I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
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| She take that pussy, I don’t call back, so she won’t think I need it
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| Made it out the jungle,
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| I ball, ain’t got no jumper
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| Rest in peace my uncle, never met but I still love you
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| Know that pussy from way back, hella proper
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| Standin' in the hood with the killers, made my a chopper
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| This ain’t diamonds you lookin' at, baguettes filling up the roster
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| You can tell that’s a rich nigga posture
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| Young Gun' Wunna, I’m spittin' it proper
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| Trappin' in school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
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| Who did your jewelry? |
| It look like glass, money approaching a
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| It’s young Wunna and young Wheezy, man this shit too easy
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| Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
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| I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
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| She take that pussy, I don’t call back, so she won’t think I need it
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| I sticked it deep inside her throat, yeah, it ain’t no more breathin'
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| If I don’t post and I go ghost, it’s gon' be for a reason
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| Just got my reading, that’s my reason, I’m booked out the region
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| This jewelry cold on me, I’m freezin',
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| no way I’m anemic |