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northern lights - wynne lyrics

[intro]
what’s up, hip*hop?
this is your guy, dj og one, the mixtape maestro
coming straight out of portland
and this is the official say wynne mixtape
it’s about to go down, y’all, and guess what?
all you have to do is say wynne
just say wynne
look

[verse 1]
am i too old to play my music this loud?
i’m in line at powell’s, telling the tourists, “get out.”
short shorts on, i’m getting dirty looks from old ladies
dirtier looks from the fellas, i see why the ladies hatin’
come on, barbara, i only got so much time with a tight ass
but i’m a b cup, these tits are built to last
i gotta let the nipples poke, it’s part of the outfit
got the kind of drip god made the portland clouds with
this sun is never out, her son is never out
that’s why i let ’em wifе this
little red rhyming good, treat thе d*ck like a mic check
spit on it, warm it up before a showtime
they’re mad ’cause i’m raunchy and still got the ghostface cosign
gore*tex, arc’teryx, i’m looking up at the douglas firs
tree sap on my fingertips like mrs. b*tterworth’s
i make the security guard stutter first from the nerves
then i walk past ’em, you gotta pay the cover first
i catch you at the bar, but you don’t see me with the bars
we can swing tee for tee, but you won’t quite make the par, i know it’s hard
sixteen years in the game, should get a license for my stage name
and i’m still sharp but in club shay shay, i’m shading with the put*back
blackout like i stood fast, working on my lats to get my man something to look at
bought him a pizza, shoals off of good raps
then i might let him put something in me, he be a good dad
[chorus]
baby, i want ya, i want ya to b*tter me up
baby, i want ya, i want ya to pull the cameras out

[verse 2]
i’m looking in cybertruck windows like, “who’s driving this?”
the harder you tint, the harder i’m squinting my irises
riding down burnside to get lebron or palmer’s
hungover from girls’ night, we were faded like barbers
rio lane, carver, trailblazer, clyde drexler, bill walton
money in rotation, i got bills waltzing
they can’t wait for my sh*t to drop, phil collins
they don’t mind the wait, they’re still copping
my man told me, “make it pop” now he sounds like the label
50*year*olds dm*ing me for foot pics, jail
some rappers still upset, i wouldn’t give ’em tail
that chip on your shoulder is looking a little stale

[chorus]
baby, i want ya, i want ya to b*tter me up
baby, i want ya, i want ya to pull the cameras out
baby, i want ya, i want ya to b*tter me up
baby, i want ya, i want ya to pull the cameras out

[outro]
dj og one, we’re building champions in the rose city
and wynne is here to set the record straight
all y’all have to do is say wynne
y’all ready? let’s go

- wynne lyrics

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