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letra de wishy washy - blac youngsta

[chorus]
too wishy-washy with that mac, throw on a silencer and blow your brains (blow your brains)
i done put in too much work for the set, talking about way before the fame (‘fore the fame)
n-gga talking ’bout, ”talk it out”, we can shoot it out, n-gga, f-ckin’ let it bang (let it bang)
i try my best to calm them k!llers down, but i swear they too insane (they too insane)
don’t catch no body if you ain’t gon’ be able to live up to that name (live up to that name)
it’ll be a robbery, you know me, lil’ bro’, and them off the chain (off the chain, off the chain)
no face, no case, no witness, no conviction, no-one to blame (blame, bang)
ain’t no need for moving around, i’ma swing that chopstick like a crane (chopstick like a crane, bang, bang)

[verse 1]
one to your head, i won’t touch the door, won’t leave a fingerprint (fingerprint)
we got the drop, we gon’ hit the spot, come through and take the [?] (yeah)
soon as i jumped off the porch, jumped the gate, no forensicist (run)
soon as i pull down, i’ma jump out, chop some [?] sh-t (brrrt)
been k!lling sh-t, can’t go on a mission, i can’t babysit (gang, gang)
too real for this sh-t, i swear i can’t stand that faking sh-t (facts)
same n-ggas i gave my all, i swear they turned to haters quick (yeah)
when i put one in your dome, you turn vegetable, tomato, quick (sh-t)
and i’m quick to cut a ho off when i peep some lazy sh-t (f-ck her)
want a gutter b-tch, gon’ ride or die for me, lil’ crazy b-tch (crazy b-tch)
n-ggas say we going to war, put me in they affidavit sh-t (nah)
i’m taking a risk, i’m tryna hunt some alligator sh-t (phew, phew)
how the f-ck, you nervous and pulled your gun out and dropped the clip? (p-ssy)
when i come through purging, i’m tryna take some, that’s off the rip (on god)
that’s off the rip, when i tote my weapon, that’s off the hip (lil’ b-tch)
i’m off the lean, but i still wanna’ sip (yeah)
[chorus]
too wishy-washy with that mac, throw on a silencer and blow your brains (blow your brains)
i done put in too much work for the set, talking about way before the fame (‘fore the fame)
n-gga talking ’bout, “talk it out”, we can shoot it out, n-gga, f-ckin’ let it bang (let it bang)
i try my best to calm them k!llers down, but i swear they too insane (they too insane)
don’t catch no body if you ain’t gon’ be able to live up to that name (live up to that name)
it’ll be a robbery, you know me, lil’ bro’, and them off the chain (off the chain, off the chain)
no face, no case, no witness, no conviction, no-one to blame (blame, bang)
ain’t no need for moving around, i’ma swing that chopstick like a crane (chopstick like a crane, bang, bang)

[verse 2]
he talking ’bout he want the beef
that sh-t got his shooter dead (p-ssy)
i shot the fn, i hit him twice, it went right through the leg (baow, baow)
stood over that b-tch, i shot him once, it went right through the head (baow)
he died for sh-t, thought he took some blow, he took some sudafed (shhh)
ain’t no need for the men to pull up, ’cause i dumped through this sh-t (sh-t)
stomping on my opps, i’m stomping on sh-t just like [?] (p-ssy)
stomping on the gas in this demon, i dump out the duty stick (gang, gang)
you talking murder, never seen that sh-t, never dumped an ounce of lead
when i got that phone call, they was on the spot, they pr-nounced him dead (murder)
never would i turn my back on my dog for no amount of bread
but i know it’s easier to hold my breath, but i’d rather say it
rather get that sh-t off my chest, too many of my n-ggas, they dead (they dead)
too many, they dead, the ones alive, they tryna duck the feds (duck the feds)
when i’m talking murder sh-t [?] came down with the bread (gang, gang)
racks on the bed, when i’m talking bread, can’t let that mission fail (mission fail)
no face, no case, so who gon’ tell? (who gon’ tell?)
[chorus]
too wishy-washy with that mac, throw on a silencer and blow your brains (blow your brains)
i done put in too much work for the set, talking about way before the fame (‘fore the fame)
n-gga talking ’bout, “talk it out”, we can shoot it out, n-gga, f-ckin’ let it bang (let it bang)
i try my best to calm them k!llers down, but i swear they too insane (they too insane)
don’t catch no body if you ain’t gon’ be able to live up to that name (live up to that name)
it’ll be a robbery, you know me, lil’ bro’, and them off the chain (off the chain, off the chain)
no face, no case, no witness, no conviction, no-one to blame (blame, bang)
ain’t no need for moving around, i’ma swing that chopstick like a crane (chopstick like a crane, bang, bang)

- blac youngsta

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