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letra de hocus pocus - whyg

[verse 1: why g]
my trap is always open
can’t even close for covid
got more keys than beethoven
to the top where i’m goin’
to the top my gun loaded
n-ggas sayin’ dat they frozen
n-ggas say dat they icey
when their chain is all golden
my opps they pockets broken
i got four pockets swollen
wet ’em up, ocean
i get the drop and soak him
harry potter in the trap, at the stove makin’ potions
or on your block wit’ my wand, vanishyah hocus pocus

[verse 2: j neat]
i keep a wand, like a magician
glizzy a freak, hit him and kiss him
thirty-three shots like scotty pippen
gordon ramsey, b-tch i’m whippin’
pockets fat just like debby
i need racks just for the entry
she got sense, but she give me brains
f-ck it, i don’t even get your name
we gon’ spin just like a tour
we give out shots, just like henny
feel like django wit’ this revvy
keep on shootin’ ’til it’s empty
catch him slippin’ doa
i ball hard like it’s 2k
won’t bring a b-tch up on a date
i put kids up on her face

[verse 3: why g]
gotta add her mouth to a daycare
no lackin’ like some []
my guns in modern warfare
my opps don’t trap, they on welfare
forty put him in a casket or wheelchair
bad b-tch gotta afford all my pubic hair
i got supreme on my underwear
switch on my glock and it sounds like it’s quagmire
fan of an opp shoot him up ’til he catch fire
baby girl i made her mouth no pacifier
in the trap, sellin’ elephant tranquilizers
big glock nineteen, keep it on rapid fire
everywhere i go, i got my hammer and pliers
turn a free camp to a visor
put you in a church like a choir
leave ya’ in da web, i’ma spider
black tuxedo, you’re a tire

[verse 4: j neat]
no adderall, b-tch i’m focused
off three percs, b-tch i’m rollin’
he ain’t do time, he was in holdin’
i hurt my wrist, i had to froze it
they try catch me, but they can’t
bet this glizy make him dance
i got drip, came from france (ouu)
the forty still in my pants
i’m still whippin’, i’m supplyin’
i got work if you buyin’
he want smoke, then he dyin’
i’m an assh0l- just like simon
four-two shots just like dugg
had to dig it out the mud
send my b-tches, set him up
i put holes all in his mug

- whyg

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