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WGWS - Lacoste Lyrics




CHANG
Stupid lil bitch try run up on me
She know I get da green
I get up early to count up da green
Damn I feel like a feen
Hop in the spaceship and I just take off
Damn I love the exhaust
These niggas lookin exhausted
I'm on floss shit
I need a bad boss bitch
F*ck all da cost shit
These niggas lookin like reptiles
On some Lacoste shit

I came to f*ck up the spot
Niggas talking spicy but these niggas ain't hot
We get that guap
We get that guap
I might buy out the lot
I might buy out some stocks
I might buy back the block
Yea we working, yea we work round the clock
Niggas really talking but these niggas ain't hot
But these niggas ain't hot

These niggas ain't hot
These niggas is blocked
And they could get shot
F*ck all that shit
You talking some shit
I'm ending that shit
I'll hit the block with my whole clique
And we on some kill shit
And you could get killed bitch
Stepping out like a marching band
Busting moves, you a running man
Switching up to a tap dance
Why are these niggas so cap man
Came out the mud with them racks fam
Spend it all and double back
Need it all like ASAP
Let me see where your head at
Been there since way back
She was on me like a A-track
Now we up, we the A-team
Why they mad they can't find me
Bad chick right beside me

Bad chick right beside me
She give me head and she siamese
She bout to feel on my body
I'm bout to go catch a homie
Yea
Yea
I'm about to go catch a homie
Yea
Yea
I'm about to go catch a homie
She wanna f*ck with a nigga
She wanna f*ck with the gang
She selling bottles for profits
Used to keep racks in my wallet
Used to keep weed, trees, and lean
Run up the racks
Money machine
She want it all
A Taste of the cream
Niggas be bugging
Watching my money
Watching my drugs
You ain't the plug
You get no love
You set me up
You gettin lined
Ba Ba Ba Ba
Taking your time

You getting lined
Ba Ba Ba Ba
Taking your time
My niggas stacking like we on the line
You could get packed up like Vick in his prime
I got some places to go, I got people to meet
Ain't no time to be beefing online
You niggas talk like you balling
No NBA Jammers my nigga that shit outta line
F*ck what you talking
You gotta walk here my nigga
You niggas ain't really my kind
I swear I'm too in for real
And this verse worth a mil
So I gotta stay on my grind
Shit I been working for free
And they still envy me
I guess I'm doing something right
My gang be all MVP's
We do it with ease
I swear this shit a scary sight
Damn
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CHANG
Stupid lil bitch try run up on me
She know I get da green
I get up early to count up da green
Damn I feel like a feen
Hop in the spaceship and I just take off
Damn I love the exhaust
These niggas lookin exhausted
I'm on floss shit
I need a bad boss bitch
F*ck all da cost shit
These niggas lookin like reptiles
On some Lacoste shit

I came to f*ck up the spot
Niggas talking spicy but these niggas ain't hot
We get that guap
We get that guap
I might buy out the lot
I might buy out some stocks
I might buy back the block
Yea we working, yea we work round the clock
Niggas really talking but these niggas ain't hot
But these niggas ain't hot

These niggas ain't hot
These niggas is blocked
And they could get shot
F*ck all that shit
You talking some shit
I'm ending that shit
I'll hit the block with my whole clique
And we on some kill shit
And you could get killed bitch
Stepping out like a marching band
Busting moves, you a running man
Switching up to a tap dance
Why are these niggas so cap man
Came out the mud with them racks fam
Spend it all and double back
Need it all like ASAP
Let me see where your head at
Been there since way back
She was on me like a A-track
Now we up, we the A-team
Why they mad they can't find me
Bad chick right beside me

Bad chick right beside me
She give me head and she siamese
She bout to feel on my body
I'm bout to go catch a homie
Yea
Yea
I'm about to go catch a homie
Yea
Yea
I'm about to go catch a homie
She wanna f*ck with a nigga
She wanna f*ck with the gang
She selling bottles for profits
Used to keep racks in my wallet
Used to keep weed, trees, and lean
Run up the racks
Money machine
She want it all
A Taste of the cream
Niggas be bugging
Watching my money
Watching my drugs
You ain't the plug
You get no love
You set me up
You gettin lined
Ba Ba Ba Ba
Taking your time

You getting lined
Ba Ba Ba Ba
Taking your time
My niggas stacking like we on the line
You could get packed up like Vick in his prime
I got some places to go, I got people to meet
Ain't no time to be beefing online
You niggas talk like you balling
No NBA Jammers my nigga that shit outta line
F*ck what you talking
You gotta walk here my nigga
You niggas ain't really my kind
I swear I'm too in for real
And this verse worth a mil
So I gotta stay on my grind
Shit I been working for free
And they still envy me
I guess I'm doing something right
My gang be all MVP's
We do it with ease
I swear this shit a scary sight
Damn
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Writer: Casey Russel, Casey Russell, Ismail Shabazz, Justin Redd, Tyler Hall
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