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wizz havinn - face it lyrics
[intro]
(you know i’m servin’ base, b_tch, i’m in this b_tch with basskids)
(ddot cold as a motherf_cker, on god)
yeah, n_gga
n_gga, uh
super wizz
uh, n_gga
alright, come on
n_gga, uh
[chorus]
you can’t talk about no money, you don’t make sh_t (you don’t make sh_t)
t_r_a_p, trap n_gga, boy, i take risks (boy, i take risks)
still bustin’ l!cks, n_gga, and i make hits (and i make hits)
n_ggas make that sh_t look good, but they ain’t rich (but they broker than a b_tch)
yeah, that b_tch p_ssy good, but she ain’t sh_t (but she ain’t sh_t)
n_ggas frustrated at the crib ’cause they ain’t lit (d_mn)
got my wrist in the pot, finna break it (finna break it)
got the streets in a chokehold, n_gga, face it (n_gga, uh)
[verse]
i don’t never see these n_ggas in the bank, i’m tryna break it (uh_uh)
my trap like the krusty krab, these n_ggas plankton (f_ck)
can’t let a n_gga ridе on the ship, ’cause he’ll sink it (d_mn)
exotic whip drivеr, i don’t need a key to crank it (skrrt)
i pulled a few percs out and asked her would she take ’em? (ugh)
do a n_gga ass like suge ’bout my parking spot, it’s taken (f_ck that ho)
i don’t really like to politic with n_ggas, they be fakin’ (d_mn, f_ck)
yeah, they say, “wizz, you out your top, huh?” (yeah)
lot of n_ggas don’t even know sh_t ’bout beatin’ the block up (they don’t know nothin’)
i peeped n_ggas was on some ho sh_t, i switched the route up (i got paper on me)
i had to put a lil’ bit of sand, but, bruh, it’s rocked up (yeah)
i was on my d_ck for a while, and then i got up (uh_huh)
i don’t like to put n_ggas down, but, boy, you not up (you broker than a b_tch, yeah)
same day a n_gga touch me, then his ass shot up (brrt, brrt)
they ain’t really havin’ game, so they swag jock us (d_mn)
[chorus]
you can’t talk about no money, you don’t make sh_t (you don’t make a d_mn thing)
t_r_a_p, trap n_gga, boy, i take risks (i do every d_mn thing)
still bustin’ l!cks, n_gga, and i make hits (yeah)
n_ggas make that sh_t look good, but they ain’t rich (but they ain’t got sh_t, n_gga)
yeah, that b_tch p_ssy good, but she ain’t sh_t (uh_uh)
n_ggas frustrated at the crib ’cause they ain’t lit (’cause they ain’t lit)
got my wrist in the pot, finna break it (uh)
got the streets in a chokehold, n_gga, face it (n_gga, uh)
[outro]
n_gga, face it
uh, uh, finna, tryna
i don’t see these n_ggas in the f_ckin’ bank, i’m tryna break it
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