Whitney and Wiz
Quelle: Spotify
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I got whitney and wiz 8x
I move zips of the shit whitney houston was smokin
Sold pounds of the shit wiz khalifa be blowin
Stack tied the long way, naw it ain't no foldin
Better call my phone quick cuz i just got the load in
I got whitney and wiz 8x
Livin life like its golden
Started slappin and got frozen
Got these hoes open
I can't lie I think I'm chosen
Fuck punchin the clock, I gotta hustle
Addicted to trouble these niggas know that i'm the muscle
I used to sell the same shit Wiz smoke
Kept blowin pros, goin' broke
Switched over and took over
Now i fool with the overs
Gotta crew full of soldiers
Good head on my shoulders
My elevation got niggas hatin
But just be patient
Hustle hard for my shit so i be damned if you take it
Banged out watch with the bracelet gotta em askin what im selling
He can't hold two quick I can't lie think he telling
Out jackin like he slappin goin broke by the day
Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way
I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay
Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way (screwed)
I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay
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On the road to riches
Fuckin hoes and bitches
Dodgin bows in snitches
Stashin pros and kitchens
I'm on my toes and pivot
Gettin rich the mission
Residue on the scale, residue on the dishes
I keep it on deck Im talking whitney and wiz
I gotta all star cast right here in the crib
I got britney spears, charlie sheen
Dre and snoop on triple beam
Dead presidents in my jeans
No peasants on my team
Doughboyz we do it
You had your chance and blew it
Yo little stash i threw it
Yo girl wanna fuck i knew it
Cuz hoes loves them a real nigga
Especially one with scrill nigga
Iced up everyday hell no i ain't go no deal nigga
That whitney houston hot, zips goin for about a stack
That wiz khalifa fifty six but best believe its thrax
When im talkin whitney and wiz I ain't talkin bout no grammies
Im talkin bout that loud and that o's and nose candy
Chorus
Doughboyz cashout rich niggas the mob
The way these bitches starin at us you would think they seen god
My uncle stay on his job so Ima stay on mine
He send a package I move in an hour everytime
These niggas say we lyin but they chains fugazi
Everything that come outta broke nigga mouth sound crazy
I just let these hoes chase me I just chase this money
What payroll charge me for the kush he really must love me
My pockets far from anemic
My diamonds shining and blinging
My clothes come straight from neimans
My bows come straight from phoenix
Somebody pinch me im dreamin
My life the shit and i mean it
We be rockin out shows i wish that nunu could see it
Get rid of the pounds like a diet
Takin chances so its ice him
Somebody gives us a deal before we all get indicted
Twenty pointers in my brightling V
Its diamonds in my ear for seven G's
Feel my mink can only wear it twice a year (crispy)
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