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lirik lagu fredo bang, tec & jaydayoungan - wyd

[intro: jaydayoungan]
oh, like what you chewin’? (like what you chewin’?)
like what you chewin’? (what you chewin’?)
oh, like what you doin’? oh, oh (what you doin’?)
like what you chewin’? (what you chewin’?)
he a fan, i know she a fan, oh, oh (big b on da track, homeboy)

[chorus: jaydayoungan]
hmm, like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
is you rollin’? is you rollin’? is you chewin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga?
i know he’s a fan, hmm, she know i’m the man, hmm
i gave her a xanny, made the b~tch come out her pants, hmm
if she give me sloppy, then i’ll let her top me then
and then come ride me, kawasaki, tell her hop on top again

[verse 1: jaydayoungan]
on the block, at the spot, junkies runnin’ all in it
clutch the rock, whip the pot, might f~ck around and lock us in
jaws locked, right now he out the box, he need some oxygen
you say that perc’ 10 ain’t kick in, well, go get you a roxy then, hmm
i been sippin’ juice and this sh~t got me feelin’ loose
i’m feelin’ like lil boosie boo, i’m looser than a goosy~goose
so, b~tch, don’t come step on my shoes, designer belt right by the tool
i’m from the south, i bang the blue, you think you raw, that ain’t the truth, hmm
i stepped in the party, b~tch, i came with my 40
street n~gga, i’m no artist, keep it real, b~tch, i’m no artist
you ain’t rollin’, what you doin’? if you is, then what you chewin’?
you ain’t rollin’, what you doin’? if you is, then what you chewin’? (mm~mm)
[chorus: jaydayoungan]
like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
is you rollin’? is you rollin’? is you chewin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga?
i know he’s a fan, hmm, she know i’m the man, hmm
i gave her a xanny, made the b~tch come out her pants, hmm
if she give me sloppy, then i’ll let her top me then
and then come ride me, kawasaki, tell her hop on top again

[verse 2: fredo bang]
yeah, real bad b~tch, i call her trina, yeah (i call her trina)
she like girls, then i’ma turn her, call her tina (i call her tina)
her p~ssy good, but her mouth better, she a keeper (yeah, yeah)
tell her bend it over, then come here like a subpoena (b~tch, get here)
i’m feelin’ freaky off these 10s, if you a sl~t, we lockin’ in (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been blowin’ up your phone, when you gon’ give me top again?
redbone, h~lla thick (woo), caramel, pretty cl~t (yeah)
ebony with smooth skin, i call her hershey chocolate (hershey chocolate)
yeah, if that p~ssy good, i’ll pay your rent, ho (i’ll pay your rent, b~tch)
if that p~ssy good, might meet your kinfolk (might meet the kin)
her mouth the sickest, then i might just buy her a benzo (i’ll buy her a benz)
a good nut the only thing she gotta work for (oh, oh)

[chorus: jaydayoungan & tec]
like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
is you rollin’? is you rollin’? is you chewin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga?
i know he’s a fan, hmm, she know i’m the man, hmm
i gave her a xanny, made the b~tch come out her pants, hmm
if she give me sloppy, then i’ll let her top me then
and then come ride me, kawasaki, tell her hop on top again (hood famous)
[verse 3: tec]
throw back one, throw back two, i’m full of lower tabs and addys too
speedballin’, do that p~ssy bad just like i’m mad at you
throw a pill up in the air, with her mouth, she catch it, that’s an alley~oop
she gon’ eat that d~ck for lu, ho drive from dallas to baton rouge
ooh, i can feel them b~tches kickin’ in
tank top, jaws locked, talkin’ like 50 on “many men”
ate all them percs, i’m on them trains, i got purple in my drank
her p~ssy perfect, she so wet, feel like i’m surfin’ in the rain
out my mind and i’m searchin’ for a brain
arp that i just purchased, be the first to feel the flame
i throw back and show no mercy, in her cervix where i came
bust her in a maybach, it got curtains and it’s all i heard from bang

[chorus: jaydayoungan]
like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
is you rollin’? is you rollin’? is you chewin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga? hmm
throw ’em back, he throw ’em back like what you doin’, n~gga?
i know he’s a fan, hmm, she know i’m the man, hmm
i gave her a xanny, made the b~tch come out her pants, hmm
if she give me sloppy, then i’ll let her top me then
and then come ride me, kawasaki, tell her hop on top again

[outro: jaydayoungan]
oh, hop on top again
oh, he throw ’em back
oh, he throw ’em back
oh, he throw ’em back

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