Young Wheezy Lyrics – NAV, Gunna
Singer: NAV, Gunna
Title: Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It’s Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV and Young Wheezy
It’s Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV and Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho sh#t gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I’m splurin’ again
Mixin’ up Crush like it’s juice and the gin
Stick in her p#ss#, it’s loosеnin’ (Ooh)
I went to Houston with Travis, I’m lit (It’s lit)
n#gg#s send threats and ain’t nobody dеad (Nobody)
I done got rich but I still ain’t a lick
Take a perc thirty whenever I’m sick
Ring cost a thirty, I ain’t even thirty (Uh-huh)
F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (Uh-huh)
Wide body swervin’, Rolls Royce, that’s for certain (Skrrt, skrrt)
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dogs and these lil’ n#gg#s shrimps
Vegas, I spent 20K on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the ‘Vette, that’s for Nip
SLY stay in the game off the rip
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho sh#t gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can’t believe Cash’s studio is covered in Bape (Bape)
**** so much b#tches, I should be in p#rn
Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform (Let’s go)
Speakin’ the truth ’cause I ain’t good at lyin’
And I never play golf but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin’ but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (Yeah)
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin’ through the back door with my hammer (No cap)
Poor lil’ boys, they don’t want smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can’t get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (Yeah)
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (Yeah)
Speak on my name, I’ma pull up on you
All your people gon’ run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin’ noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin’ yo b#tch is like catchin’ the opps
I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho sh#t gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
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