wyo Lyrics

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Alright, alright

This how I finesse my hoes, You want some? Get your own method

That's the type of shit I'm on. You need some? Get your own pape

Want some nice? Better reach out. Grab your own blessing

She's taking off all her clothes, she tryna to get chose. That's the type of shit she on

Know she got something better to do than to be calling my phone

She always trying to get loud while I'm rolling loud. Like, what type of shit is you on

She that's that shit. Type shit. A dog will do for a bone

They always act like that they want to be queen. But what you gonna do with the throne

What he gonna do? Ask him what he gonna do? What he gonna do when he on?

Have you ever had a fallout with a bad bitch

And even though you know you love her. She give you sad face

They always try to kick you with your pockets in a bad place

When I'm sad or when I get mad, all I do is pick up the drank

I'm calling your plug. Calling your plug. Tell him to tell him to scale up the drugs

Call him your brudda. Then get out the mud. What you gonna do to Show love

You climb up the charts. Then get to the top. But what you gonna do from above?

I put Kush in my face. Smoke up. Now I got Kush in my lung

Put my face in her place. Smoke that. Now she got Kush in her thong

Yeah, you been down. But it's time to get up. Yeah, you been down not too long

So what you gonna do? Better get with your crew. Get you a plan and go long

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