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Yeah (Wheezy outta here) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Racks in, walk in Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin Stick in her p*ssy it's loosenin' I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead I done got rich but I still ain't a lick Take a perc 30 whenever I'm sick Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30, FN hold a 30, blue tips in the clip Wide body swervin', Rolls Royce that's for certain Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip We the big dogs and these lil' nigga's shrimp Vegas, I spent 20k on the strip Neighborhood blue on the Vette, that's for Nip SLY stay in the game off the rip They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Came out the jungle with tigers and apes Can't believe Cash's studio is covered in Bape f*ck so much bitches I should be in porn Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin' And I never play golf but I still keep my iron Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind Pull up to functions, my name on the banner Still walkin' through the back door with my hammer Had to aim for his legs can't get caught on the camera Got me a baddie when she give me sloppy She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana Come between me and my blues and get handled I know me same dangerous crips from Atlanta If I run into a problem with cake I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter Speak on my name I'ma pull up on you All your people gone run when the shots start to splatter Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter Catchin' yo bitch is like catchin' the opps I just pull out my dick and shoot it right at her They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
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