| Tatted tears for my woadies doin' bids in they 40s
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| The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages
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| Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner
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| Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter
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| Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin'
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| Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitch as soft as cotton
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| All that talkin', it ain’t nothin', Rozay comfy in the pocket
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| Teddy Bridgewater run the trap just like a faucet
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| Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest?
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| No fly zone, muhfucka I’m the flyest
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| Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint
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| Canary pinky ring, I got PETA all on my dick
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| I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
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| Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
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| Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
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| They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
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| They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup?
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| They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup?
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| They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup?
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| They say my number’s gettin better, wuzzup?
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| Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin' on my chest
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| Nigga hatin' from the start, still I wish 'em the best
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| Killa with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse
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| Testosterone hella high, survived by gettin' by
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| Polish up all your flaws, you can’t be fuckin' her raw
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| Finally made it to the majors, stealin' bases of course
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| Givin' bitches your money, she givin' it to your dog
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| He who pillow talkin' the longest, may you rest in the morgue
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| 48 Laws flawed, my dawgs above the law
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| Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu’ran
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| Couple dollars on my neck, DGK on my sweats
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| Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath
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| I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
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| Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
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| Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
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| They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
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| They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup?
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| They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup?
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| They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup?
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| They say my number’s gettin better, wuzzup? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wuzzup , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп