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wee2hard - luv syrup lyrics

[intro]
(maer got that beat goin’ so crazy)

[verse 1]
i be up chasin’ paper all night, f_ck s_x
had to work for this sh_t swingin’ on my neck
had to pull up, swing that drac’ for my respect, the judge labeled me a threat
i was facin’ sixty years, wrote the rule, ain’t drop a tear
got a million_dollar contract, i don’t know how to act
she actin’ bad, i choker her ass, bring her to reality
i’m a rapper and i’m from the streets, don’t get this sh_t confused
i got power on my side, fifty racks to ghost a n_gga
diamonds httin’ just like a box of matches, my neck set up a light
back and forth, well, let’s take it there, don’t waste my breath
i told brodie, “watch that backdoor, thеse n_ggas wanna be us”
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout new dissin’ hеr, they know where riches are

[chorus]
yeah, glizzy got that stutter like my cousin angel
i’m like an angel to this b_tch, she say i’m heaven sent
you try this sh_t, i get off first, this glock’ll cremate you
i rep the set, i throw it up, i paint the city red
locked in for life, it ain’t no switchin’, n_gga, we tied in
we put them boxes on them glizzys, n_gga, we glocked in

[verse 2]
i had maytown locked, had lil zay wanna be gang
i was punchin’ sh_t in school, never went for no extortion
he told everybody he crip, why the f_ck he throwin’ up ck?
seen a million cash, got c_cky, i done had a malfunction in my brain
i’m a drac’_slangin’ rap n_gga, got blood, speakin’ with an l
when i drop, it’s over for these n_ggas, bullyin’ these lil’ boys
i got all types of foreign cars, i’m an foreigner
i ain’t bulletproofin’ sh_t, for what? them smackers in this b_tch
.223 and .762, hit they block, they run and hidin’
we do drive_by’s and walk_downs, we somethin’ like oogle beat
think the last time that i went broke was never wearin’
without that gun, it’s h_lla scary, i’m the first to say it
second mud, dropped that mud cup, godd_mn, i lost her
kiss the curb in that first thing, f_ck ’round, cracked the rim
[chorus]
yeah, glizzy got that stutter like my cousin angel
i’m like an angel to this b_tch, she say i’m heaven sent
you try this sh_t, i get off first, this glock’ll cremate you
i rep the set, i throw it up, i paint the city red
locked in for life, it ain’t no switchin’, n_gga, we tied in
we put them boxes on them glizzys, n_gga, we glocked in

[verse 3]
i know a b_tch who got a n_gga, but she mine b_tch too
you went and got it out the streets, reminds me of me
you love them fully automatics, hop out, trickin’ with ’em
you ever seen a n_gga dyin’? his partner dyin’ right with him (his partner dyin’ right with him)

- wee2hard lyrics

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