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lirik lagu wit da racks – phily skeamz

whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger

i got head ‘fore i p*ssed with my morning wood
i ain’t even ask shawty she know what’s good
i done spent too much time out in hollywood
if there’s beef do no talking it’s overstood
i’m like trayvon the way i be in my hood
ain’t no skittles my pockets on wish you would
known to act up so back up you really should
you talking we really step
just call me the goat name you can’t forget
i’m a king and p*wns having yall in*check
imma spoil my vibes while yall neglect
only talking that sh*t on the internet
you a big dog i’m turning you to a pet
gambling with your life and you still in debt
you get paid with reality here’s a check
that sh*t ain’t gon’ bounce
i’m doper than a 16 ounce
i drip too much i’m doused
i’m flooding your house
this sauce in large amounts
i’m staining you carpet don’t wanna start sh*t
n*ggas can spin like mosh pit
till we get nauseous
better not slip and be cautious
spin on your whip like car washes
can’t do us dirty we get the mop
clean and won’t miss a spot
curry just with the shot
and only switch up if it’s a glock
ain’t in korea this k’ll pop
line n*ggas up like a padlock or a barber’s clip
and i stay lit i’m an arsonist
wanna by a rap body mechanic
i’m just playing b*tch you can’t afford it
broke n*ggas can’t afford a dime
gimme head like she had borderline
she ain’t mortified she immortalized
get high live my life polarized
how i shine effect solar tides
hits leave you with swollen eyes
big sh*t poppin’ whole colon size
need more leg room style cramped
i stamp i drip my shirt got damp
we outside like we just camp
with lamps in fields like army ants
it’s takes pain to be the champ
and your hate ain’t loud as our chants
take a chance make diamonds dance
and imma double that advance
been goated since they dropped the yellow foams
30*pin iphone and them lg tones
these n*ggas is softer than silicone
play with me send shots i don’t mean patron
still burn in your throat cause i missed your dome
ain’t homesick i really got sick of home
on top of my sh*t i’m above the drones
what i drop it won’t miss these bullets home
go in get that bomb shelter
fly like delta raw like griselda
when i’m stopping i couldn’t tell ya
pockets thick iggy azalea
test me make you a failure
get on my track i’ll derail ya
wish you would this tool’ll nail ya
we contractors you sign me imma sign rappers
you drive backwards on the road of riches
my landing strip and we hijackers
run the field like green bay packers
bypass all you linebackers you can’t sack us
our tackles leave line fractures need chiropractors
you outta line we taking your sp*ce
you want the smoke take this to the face
know i’m a star in outta sp*ce
handyman the tool on the waist
yall n*ggas slow you call this a race
i’m in the zone with no time to waste
name in your mouth slap out the taste
make you a ghost and call you a wraith
pete sake keep winning like a sweepstakes
yall n*ggas sweet as cheesecake
goat mode forget i need brakes
get burnt at my pace ain’t leaving no trace
pick up the sh*ll case
you gon’ feel this like earthquakes
real talk i gotta translate
once you get it it’s too late
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger
whip magic free thugger

skeamz
finago

- phily skeamz

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