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just wynne - wynne lyrics

[intro]
uhh
uhh

uh*huh uh uh

(let’s go wynne)

[verse]

i touchdown in atlanta, i’m feelin’ like julio jones
studio flows, i’m drinkin’ don julio
bout to be uber and home
it’s 2 in the morn’, that b*tch tryna read me
but i’m not junie b. jones
who do you know here ho
i’m turnin’ that booth to a funeral home
y’all really should pay me my dues
but i’m all about cancelin’ student loans
don’t come to me saying you rap
if you don’t have more than like, two or three flows
i gotta be careful when movin’ with y’all
i know what you’d do for a post
i’m tryna connect for real
but nowadays, everyone’s glued to their phone
just know whenever i walk into a room
it smell like perfume and cologne
like whatever your gender identity, i’m on your neck
keep all the clout, i want the respect
yo’ man say he’ll come for me
it sound like a threat
all y’all do is hang on the neck
give him a tech, loud and direct
they say i’m not gonna make it
sound like a bet
y’all out of time, and i’m on a [?]
going through deals, and you’re runnin’ up debt
i’m on top, but i don’t break a sweat
48 minutes, i don’t break a sweat
y’all can’t rap, you rely on the press
so, why would i ever be pressed?
versus like, masectomy
i’m just gettin’ this weight off my chest
yeah, wynne
long brown hair, to the ass crack
i’ma big deal, no blackjack
hashtag, i was just thinkin’ ’bout your man
got a flashback
find me in the booth with a gas mask
put it on a suit, it’s a hazmat
back then, y’all were laughin’ at the backpack
who’s got the last laugh?
who needs a back track?
i’m the one slidin’ on sh*t like trackpad
i’m not puttin’ no names on a guest list
buy a ticket, it’s an investment
why i got people i don’t know
in my greenroom, drinkin’ on my refreshments
you can’t enjoy my rider, if you’re not a ride or die
if you’re here for my v*g*n*
then you will not be revitalized
uh, i gotta go hit up ian verchere whenever i’m back in town
and whenever i leave, i’m proppin’ us up in rooms, go ask around
i’m smokin’ on everyone who can’t write a rap right now
come pass the loud
i got my ears to the streets for ghosts
like a hound, i’m trackin’ ’em down
i don’t know about snakes, and fakes, and frauds
’cause i don’t have ’em around
when they give me some bread
first order of business is tryna ration it out
’cause we went from sleepin’ on floors for tours
and upgraded to havin’ a couch
so when we graduate to hotels
i’m buyin’ the whole team a cap and a gown
if they call me an industry plant after this
man, [?] laughin’ out loud
you take those doubts that you said about me
and you put ’em back in your mouth
i spent all my life lookin’ back at the mirror
’til i was lookin’ back at a crowd
the way i’m going to the top like this
you’d think i turned gravity ’round
[outro]
f*ck what they talkin’ bout, b*tch, it’s go time
(yeah wynne)
this just the warmup, before the showtime
(yeah wynne)
shake up the game, and f*ck up the coastline
(yeah wynne)
n0body realer, i’m on that glow grind
(yeah wynne!)

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