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lirik lagu 2nd generation wu – weapon x

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[sample]
that’s my stunt

[verse: sun god]
huh
i’m back at it
know it’s wrong, i was serving this dope to rap addicts
it’s that wu sh~t, cutting them up like mathematics
yeah it’s f~cked up, i tighten em up like back spasm
tie that n~gga to the back of the truck, i might drag him
and despite all of this bullsh~t, fam i ain’t bragging
need to vacate, cause this jk don’t mean i’m laughing
what your n~gga said? “sh~t could get thicker than molasses”
you a b~tch that goes ot, tricking with your action
when they see me, they don’t know me, n~ggas need glasses
then i hit em with the “mhm”, why they breathe passion?
it’s a hook, i feed em all more battle bars than b~magic
we riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n~ggas stuck in the moment on some trap sh~t
purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh~t, they blowing up, just wait, the god show up with the matches
this sh~t gon’ get realer, out in muh~f~ckin’ staten
n~ggas saying i ain’t eating, so sh~t about to happen
n~ggas eating off my plate, i fed them n~ggas mad sh~t
cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can’t imagine
couple bad b~tches strolling around
cleopatras for that green
that hammer be poking out like a cactus
two things that bang to blow a n~gga backwards
ask them

haha
let’s get it up
whatever
can’t be

[verse 2: sun god]
lemme tell you why i spit this sh~t
i hit the stove till the pyrite turn blue like the 60s crip
cut em out, we gon’ get these chips, i dug em out
and you was on the mile while i pinched these bricks
a street sweeper when i lift these sticks
a drug abuser can’t throw no sh~t at my cup like “who slipped me this?”
yeah imma hide in cloud 9, don’t get me dipped
i get to moving like a bend to the wind, full throttle
imma pop another bottle, n~ggas counting my ends
all this money don’t amount to my fam, you a snitch
and a rat is only looking for cheese, i get you bit
twenty barrels that’ll buckle your knees, hit the strip
you a sour crack n~gga to me, cause you ain’t sh~t
and these dirty’s the only f~cking minerals that you get
get my drift when i step on these seams, these n~ggas dipped
rolling piffs, so get used to the gas because it’s lit
it’s guaranteed i got my foot in yo’ ass, cause you a b~tch
leave a print around your mouth my n~gga, cause you a b~tch
n~ggas call me “sunny don’t be a menace” cause i’m the sh~t
car cables, i’m the only thing jumping in this b~tch
with all this motherf~ckin’ money, money is getting spent
it’s no tricks, why these n~ggas be loving my old sh~t
get a whip, cause your b~tch be bugging, she drove sticks in the mix
cause these n~ggas be stealing my old sh~t
it’s sunny
[outro: sun god]
championship ring music
we up and jumping, man
the l~i to s~i~y, man
new york city, all day
bang em


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