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letra de face it - wizz havinn

[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

- wizz havinn

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