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lirik lagu whyceg & rroxket - old lady purse

[intro]
hm, hm
(“i got lil’— i got lil’ goxan on this motherf~cker”)
my shooter pull up with~ (huh)

[verse 1]
my shooter pull up with big gun (huh)
geeked up, i’m looking like i’m from taiwan (huh)
come to the trap, dope frying (huh)
he stand on the block, he like zion (huh)
trap house, there go the feds, watch out (watch out)
trap house, we got a drac’ in the couch (ah, ah)
freak sl~t, i put two xans in her mouth (uh)
i see police, put the xans in her pouch (ugh)
i see codeine when i’m going to p~ss (wha)
he not a shooter, he blow it and miss (uh)
i’m [?] when i’m on the tris (wha)
shoot the hood up when they frying fish

[chorus]
poured four lines, man, no signs i’m sick (wha)
all black, we finna slide, fitted (wha)
thеse michael jordan’s, ain’t buying rick (wha)
my shooter do pеrcs when he find, he get you (wha)
no you ain’t gang, no, our sides don’t clique
high as f~ck, i took two percocet (haha)
hundred mag sh~t, gotta work the bl!ck
freak hoe, lift up her skirt, and hit (ugh)
percocet, reason i’m swerving (wha)
hop out, and we put on turban (uh)
see police, it make me nervous (uh)
before we hit l!ck, we rehe~rs~ (uh)
when i go to sleep, i be cursed (uh)
mom beat our ass when we cursed (uh)
demon, he thieving in church (uh)
i take an old lady purse (uh)
[verse 2]
trap house, feeling like rodrick
took out the shrooms, ain’t gon’ cap, i hate it (haha)
when i go up, make the projects gated (haha)
two of the pills, what i took, i’m faded (haha)
i told my mama, “a g.o.a.t creator”
tell the young n~gga, “my turn, i waited” (uh)
my n~gga pull up in black truck (uh)
striker, he crank the ‘cat up (‘cat up, the ‘cat up)

[verse 3]
3.5, roll up the backwood (uh)
you not tough, n~gga just act good
you got shot up? don’t go back to that hood
this exotic tree, pull out a fat nug’ (wha)
that freak gon’ suck me in that bathtub
that p~ssy stink, she need a cat scrub

[chorus]
poured four lines, man, no signs i’m sick
all black, we finna slide, fitted (uh)
these michael jordan’s, ain’t buying rick (uh)
my shooter do percs, when he find, he get you (uh)
no you ain’t gang, no, our sides don’t clique (uh)
high as f~ck, i took two percocet (wha)
hundred mag sh~t, gotta work the bl!ck (wha?)
freak hoe, lift up her skirt, and hit (wha)
percocet, reason i’m swerving (uh)
hop out, and we put on turban (uh)
see police, it make me nervous (uh)
before we hit l!ck, we rehe~rs~ (uh)
when i go to sleep, i be cursed (uh)
mom beat our ass when we cursed (uh)
demon, he thieving in church (uh)
i take an old lady purse (haha, haha, ha)

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