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letra de wish you well - drose & bbg steppa

[intro: brent faiyaz]
darling, i don’t wish you well
when you ain’t with me, i want you crying
i know it’s wrong, but
i just gotta be honest

[verse 1: drose]
my trap jump like jordan (trap)
she cute but that b-tch boring
off a perc i’ma f-ck then i’m snorin
lil b-tch let me hit in foreign
i can’t wait til we blow and we tourin
[?] when i’m pourin
he got shot he need more than insurance
spend the night i be up by the morning
[verse 2: bbg steppa]
and the opps ain’t shootin they boring
i get the drop on a opp i’m soaring
f-ckin his b-tch but i gotta record
and we f-cking right next to her daughter
this lil b-tch ain’t got no morals
opps fast but we almost caught em
this lil b-tch ain’t got no morals
opps fast but we almost caught em

[verse 3: drose]
drop a diss what you thought you was funny
saying my name but ain’t getting no money
back in the day all them n-ggas was hungry
and still to this day all them n-ggas is bummy
drop in a pool pit pick it up being clumsy
telling a b-tch what you did you a dummy
i’m on a k with [?] it get sunny
don’t hang with them boys cause them n-ggas be [?]
she left her car double park it was [?]
and it’s a shark let me out now i’m runnin
[?] they comin
[?] go tight he whoop like it’s nothing
n-ggas be p-ssy and dodging the beef
who got irv s block on the streets
walk down gang we ain’t shooting [?] deep
[?] getting free me
[verse 4: bbg steppa]
s block got irv but we got newark
we keep sliding like this sh-t a sport
getting chased by the boys throw that sh-t [?]
k!ll a opp broad day i ain’t showin remorse
we keep shooting till our fingers soft
love what b-tch i ain’t trusting no hoe
parked us a shark came back it was gone
dumb ass goofies lying in they songs
thought sh-t was a game till he seen the g
masked up [?] rollin 4 deep
we just came outside [?] finna meet
grrata now his head where [?]
we tryna slide but they duckin the beef
they don’t be outside like they said they be
don’t ask where i’m at b-tch i’m on the b
f-ck all that brim sh-t throw up the g like

[verse 5: drose & bbg steppa]
now they watching my pockets i can be a rocket it’s one in the head when i c-ck it
then we [?] i’m a problem he think he tough i’ma drop em
all the opps they hidin and we gon be slidin but somehow them n-ggas still droppin
[?] lost in my pockets you outta pocket what the f-ck i would like boxing
i’m big thug in my city [?]
he hang with us [?] 50
back on your head they gon slide out a hemi
tryna k!ll me a n-gga just bought me a 50
on facetime b-tch just popped a tittie
suck my d-ck if you ain’t f-ckin with me
you n-ggas is blood i don’t f-ck with a silly
i’ma keep going hard for them benjamins
free the homies who back cause they innocent
if he falls [?] gotta finish him
look around and make sure it’s no witnesses
he wanna talk we gon put him on citizens
that’s on bro and you know i ain’t missing him
my father died lord know that i’m missing him
i’ma k!ll opp n-gga for dissing him
why you tryna play with a thug
if i act up i ain’t getting no tud
he dropping songs but ain’t getting no buzz
n-ggas be dissing get turned into drugs
oh he dissing [?] we gon fill him with [?]
now he in the dirt with the mouses and bugs
where his momma think she need a hug
[?] my hug wish a n-gga would
[outro: brent faiyaz]
darling, i don’t wish you well
when you ain’t with me, i want you crying
i know it’s wrong, but
i just gotta be honest

- drose bbg steppa

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