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got sturdy - wizz havinn lyrics

[intro]
yeah
n*gga, f*ck, mm
n*gga, yeah, the f*ck?
(n*gga, uh)
aight, mm, mm*mm*mm
aight
yeah
mm, mm

[chorus]
my cup so dirty (dirty)
i like you, baby, you purdy (you a pretty girl)
unc’ hit that dope and got st*rdy (got st*rdy)
they like, “how he got jeezy on ‘not worthy’?” (how the f*ck?)
i’m a real street n*gga, i ain’t finna tweet with you (nah)
f*ck a n*gga mean? thirty thousand on my piece, n*gga (on my pendant)
get this sh*t by any means, all my jits gotta eat, n*gga (i gotta get it)
ain’t have no car to bust my l!cks, i had to use my f*ckin’ feet, n*gga (i had to walk, n*gga)

[verse 1]
when i turnt up a notch, all the hoes jumped on my c*ck (yeah)
n*ggas claimin’ that they with me, they wasn’t out there on that block (they wasn’t out there with me, though)
remember when i wasn’t sh*t, now i’m the one that call thе shots (yeah)
they lookin’ at my wrist and neck likе, “d*mn, that sh*t there cost a lot” (neck cost a brick)
i got all this chicken (yeah)
yeah, i dare a n*gga ass play with me (i dare a n*gga ass)
have a p*ssy boy swimmin’ with the fishes (have him swimmin’ with the fishes)
my wrist, i make it spin when i be in the kitchen
[chorus]
my cup so dirty (uh)
i like you, baby, you purdy (s*xy)
unc’ hit that dope and got st*rdy (f*ckin’ danced)
they like, “how he got jeezy on ‘not worthy’?” (how he made that happen?)
i’m a real street n*gga, i ain’t finna tweet with you (nah)
f*ck a n*gga mean? thirty thousand on my piece, n*gga (on my piece)
get this sh*t by any means, all my jits gotta eat, n*gga (they gotta eat, n*gga)
ain’t have no car to bust my l!cks, i had to use my f*ckin’ feet, n*gga (i had to use my f*ckin’ feet)

[verse 2]
yeah, she fine, i like her
nine times out of ten, i can’t wife her (can’t wife that b*tch)
stepped in lookin’ like a brick, super iced up
for a n*gga thinkin’ i’m a l!ck, got my pipe tucked (brrt)
too lit for tv, all my stones vv
came out servin’ g for g, i don’t know ’bout ppp
i can’t cross my n*gga, no, i’m not no f*ckin’ cp3
have my zombies spin your sh*t like a f*ckin’ dvd

[chorus]
my cup so dirty (uh)
i like you, baby, you purdy (s*xy)
unc’ hit that dope and got st*rdy (f*ckin’ danced)
they like, “how he got jeezy on ‘not worthy’?” (how he made that happen?)
i’m a real street n*gga, i ain’t finna tweet with you (nah)
f*ck a n*gga mean? thirty thousand on my piece, n*gga (on my piece)
get this sh*t by any means, all my jits gotta eat, n*gga (they gotta eat, n*gga)
ain’t have no car to bust my l!cks, i had to use my f*ckin’ feet, n*gga (i had to use my f*ckin’ feet, n*gga)

- wizz havinn lyrics

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