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letra de where ya mans? - why g

[chorus: casper tng]
i’m high as f-ck right now and she gon’ let me hit
i think it’s vv’s on my wrist, i’m tryna pop him like a zit
i’m coolin’ with my savages and i ain’t got no management
uh, these n-ggas sad as sh-t, hit one time, ain’t plan a hit
where’s your mans? he’s in a spliff
where’s your mans? he’s in a ditch
nfl, these diamonds blitz
cut him up, he need a stitch
i ain’t even tryna take no pics
i ain’t tryna be on your mix
she just wanna f-ck on n-ggas who rich
i just want brand new glocks and switches

[verse 1: pressa]
uh (yeah)
i feel caught up in the mix
eighteen-five just for the brick (breezy)
he paid 1k for a zip (zip)
i put bricks all on the flight ’cause on the weekend it don’t land here
on the weekday she got kids but on the weekend she a fan
f-ck her love, i need the bands
free the k!llers out the can
i paid 2k for these pants
from the mud, i’m from the sand (whoa)
spin your block, jump out of vans (whoa)
run him down, we chase him fast
got my name off servin’ crack (crack)
i was never servin’ greg
body drop, he hit the floor
i know pyrex, he a ho (ho)
pay a thousand for a stollie
tell the youngins spin the globe (spin it)
spin his block, we paintin’ tees (tees)
cmg, i’m in the glee (glee)
make my run and move a ki’
and all this smoke it’s hard to breath (ooh)
[chorus: casper tng]
i’m high as f-ck right now and she gon’ let me hit
i think it’s vv’s on my wrist, i’m tryna pop him like a zit
i’m coolin’ with my savages and i ain’t got no management
uh, these n-ggas sad as sh-t, hit one time, ain’t plan a hit
where’s your mans? he’s in a spliff
where’s your mans? he’s in a ditch
nfl, these diamonds blitz
cut him up, he need a stitch
i ain’t even tryna take no pics
i ain’t tryna be on your mix
she just wanna f-ck on n-ggas who rich
i just want brand new glocks and switches

[verse 2: why g]
b-tch wanna f-ck on a n-gga that’s rich
she just wanna f-ck on a n-gga that’s real (real)
you don’t know how that feels (you don’t)
i told double o break out the seal (lean)
i’m shootin’, i ain’t stearin’ no wheel (no)
i take it to trial, i ain’t takin’ no deals (i’m not)
i take a sip after i take the pill (perc)
i got big money, you got lil’ (lil’)
drip, sauce, drench, i got spill (sauce)
he had his gun and he still got k!lled (smoked)
slime time, suit up and drill (suit up)
and i’m on my grind ’cause i need a milli’ (a mil’)
you’re forty and didn’t even ball just like gilly (gilly)
and i got a traphouse in every city (i do)
i need a audemars travis’s (audemars)
how am i ballin’ and travellin’ (i’m travellin’)
10 milli’ it turn a boy cannabis (uh)
he was dead way before ambulance (wass)
i shoot him on purpose, not accident (yeah)
i pour up then get paralysis (lean)
my glizzy, it look extravagant (it’s pretty)
and it match my drip, fabulous (it’s sauce)
i got a trap in the desert, right next to cactuses (where is it?)
[chorus: casper tng]
i’m high as f-ck right now and she gon’ let me hit
i think it’s vv’s on my wrist, i’m tryna pop him like a zit
i’m coolin’ with my savages and i ain’t got no management
uh, these n-ggas sad as sh-t, hit one time, ain’t plan a hit
where’s your mans? he’s in a spliff
where’s your mans? he’s in a ditch
nfl, these diamonds blitz
cut him up, he need a stitch
i ain’t even tryna take no pics
i ain’t tryna be on your mix
she just wanna f-ck on n-ggas who rich
i just want brand new glocks and switches

- why g

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