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XXL Freshmen 2022 Cypher - Part 1

 

XXL Freshmen 2022 Cypher - Part 1


Wheezy outta here

Ooh, shit, ooh, na-na
Tell 'em, "Make room," when a real bitch fly by
If Doechii on the list, then it's thicker than the Popeyes
Flick of the wrist'll get you gone, bitch, bye, bye
Made a million dollars in a month, like, voilà (Woo, woo, woo)
Niggas switching gangs, bandanas looking tie-dye (Yeah)
In the shade room but the shades ain't Prada
My whole team speak Gucci, wah-la
If it ain't that, no coochie, nada
Blend with the money like a green iguana
Bitch bring the heat like a PV sauna (Let's go)
I'm in your mouth like a TV diner, V-A-gina (Wow, wow, wow)
Bitch, I'm the shit and a big shit talker (Let's go)
Bitch talk slick if the bitch won't walk up (And do it)
I make cunt look proper, y'all still act like stalkers
Bitch too tough, can't top her

Topic discussion, woah
I do this shit just like it's nothing, woah
Come get that bitch that you cuffing, woah
Ice on my wrist and it's bussing, woah (And it's bussin')
Ice on my neck and it's bussing
Moving too fast, I be dusting these hoes (Skrrt)
Steady moving, ain't no rushing (Ain't no rushin')
I'm moving steady, can't be rushing no more (Can't be, uh)
It could be hot as hell, I'm still gon' make it snow (Make it snow)
It could be dark outside, I'm still gon' light the show (Light the show)
He got his flashlight on, he still ain't seeing ghosts (Still ain't, uh)
He got his flashlight on, he still ain't seeing ghosts (Still ain't), yeah

I'm up in the numbers, let's get it (Yeah)
I'm paving the way and it's permanent (Uh-huh)
Wheezy the wave and it's permanent
Wheezy the wave and she surfing it (Okay), let's go
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, Wheezy the wave and she surfing it (Yeah)
More money, more problems is surfacing (Yeah)
I came in the game and it's urgent (Yeah)
I came in the game and it's promising, yeah, let's do it
Uh, I don't got time for the other shit
I don't got time for the nonsense, yeah (Yeah)
I don't got time for the drama shit, look, look
I was down on my last, now the commas in (Yeah)
I was down on my last, now the commas in (Let's go)
Yeah, huh? How you start from the bench, now you starting shit? (What?)
How you came from the bench, now you starting shit? (What?)
Now it's one-point-five, it's the starting tip (Yeah)
Now it's one-point-five, it's the starting hit
Man, these niggas don't ever wan' start this shit
Man, I came from the bench, now I'm starting shit (Yeah)
Man, these niggas don't ever wanna play with us (Uh)
Yeah, uh (Uh), she got a price and it's not cheap
She got a man and it's not me, she got a price and it's not cheap
She got a man and it's not me (No), this for the people overlooking us
They know what time it is, nigga (Yeah), double-XL signing out (Yeah)
(Haha, yeah, yeah)

He on my line, he wanna mingle
He on my time, I wanna be single
Looking for chips, boy, I want Pringles
Mine's make it rain, yours make it sprinkle
Y'all know who name to mention (Yeah)
When you looking for attention (Yeah)
Broke bitch, don't want no tension
Money long, it got extensions (Yeah)
Dope boy, but your work ain't selling
Put his pussy in his mouth, start spelling
Spend it all, make his stomach feeling queasy
I make it snow like my neck Young Jeezy
Huh, Young Jeezy?
I'm rocking with Gucci, Emilio Pucci
Bitches my kids, baby momma coochie
Go against me, you must be stupid
When you rap, my ears is muted
Niggas is scrap, they suited and booted
Looking for love, bitch, try and Cupid
All y'all hoes look obvi', and all y'all never in the mix
Yeah, I might got the tenth spot but I'm the number one in this bitch

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