WHITNEY ft. Not Klyde, Aklesso & 350 Lyrics

WHITNEY ft. Not Klyde, Aklesso & 350 - HEAVENONEARTH

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Ye, ye, ye

Lurkin in the garden tryna tempt me hey

Baby please, do not test my whitney, hey

Whitney

Lightin up the dms with the addy

They ain't realize I’m way too up the beam, up the beam

Lurkin in the desert with the heater, bup, bup, bup

Walkin' in my purpose till my feet hurt, hey

Catch me off the line

It get messy

Baby please, do not test my Whitney

Test my Whitney

Yo don’t go thеre with me you know this witness ain't chеap

Why you all up in my business, got my own LLC

Got these demons on me that want to see me six feet

I’m just telling how I feel, you know you sow what you reap

Ok Bando, shawty want my ransom not just 'cause I’m handsome

Watch me get my bands up

Promise on me Whitney can’t be in the club like 50

Got not time for chillin till I got Richard Millie

These kids ain't got no feelings they walk around with artillery

Goin' take a lot to end me I walk ‘round with the trinity

Got presidential flow I can’t go out like Kennedy

I ain't got no ceilings, I feel I’m like Wheezy yeah

Not alone yeah, got wifey back at home yeah

Shawty hit me phone yea connected never roam yea

And I got my brothers keep me solid to the bone yea

Don’t come around to tempt me my Whitney on swoll Yeah you know that uh-uh

Ye, ye, ye

Lurkin' in the garden tryna tempt me, hey

Baby please, do not test my Whitney, hey

Lightin up the dms with the addy

They ain't realize I’m way too up the beam, up the beam

Lurkin' in the desert with the heater, bup, bup, bup

Walkin in my purpose till my feet hurt, hey

Catch me off the line

It get messy

Baby please, do not test my Whitney

Test my Whitney

In the H I’m trynna walk around these thots

Shawty dipped she saw the ring that’s what I thought Hoolies come outside the block is hot

Everybody holy til they pop

And I finna pop

I give it to God

And I’m back on the go

I’m up when I’m low

Keeping the glow, glow, glow up

Chopper get me torn up

Pruning from the toes up

Yee, yee, yee, yee

Mikey felt the heat heat

Yee, yee, yee, yee

Dirty never neat neat

Yee, yee, yee, yee

Hoolies giving peace yeah

Yee, yee

Thank God for my brothers on the streets

Living to give it to God today

I’m feeling the spirit of Paul today

Count it all joy been hard today

Ain’t fought from the bottom to starve today

Can't give up my home to get to the throne

I’m living in freedom from law today

I know what I supposed to do when I’m loaded

Give it to God And my squad today

Ye, ye, ye

Lurkin' in the garden tryna tempt me, hey

Baby please, do not test my Whitney, hey

Lightin up the dms with the addy

They ain't realize I’m way too up the beam, up the beam

Lurkin' in the desert with the heater, bup, bup, bup

Walkin in my purpose till my feet hurt, hey

Catch me off the line

It get messy

Baby please, do not test my Whitney

Test my Whitney