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binklln - WSB2H Lyrics



binklln - WSB2H Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah
New coupe tryna get up in it
I hit the dash, you know we spinnin
Hot box you know three fives hittin

I'm poppin' shit, you know I'm with it
It's wickk and bin, I bet you get it
Havoc cause we with the shit
It's Audemar, All on my wrist

Yeah, you know we with the shit
Cause we so back to havoc
We so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
We so back to havoc

We so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
Balenciaga, on my feet
Like a Marchin band, we all on feet
Grab the Drac, come get a streak

This ain't my prime, this ain't my peak
We so back to havoc
Pull up to the stu, wit ARPs
Got that green, I got the cabbage

Racks all in my pockets, got that cheese
Won't pay no fines, won't pay no fees
Smoking three fives, we in the tree
Them bullets fly, gone feel that breeze

Tryna bless a bitch, but she ain't sneeze
When I'm with your bitch, she on her knees
And you know I got her beggin, please
We so, we so back to havoc yeah, yeah

We so, we so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
We so, we so
Ha, ha, hey, hold up, huh
Niggas try playin, we causin' the havoc

F*ck niggas keep dissin' the gang
I swear they gon' hop in that black truck, we hop in traffic
You play with S-D-U, we got that F&N
This shit get tragic, huh

Hang out the window, I'm causin' the static
Just like this tennis, get hit with that racket
You want a feature with lil wickk, I'll take your funds
You know I'm taxin

I love my lil' shit, hoe too bad
I swear my lil' bitch ain't even average, huh
These niggas swear they so tuff
But you not like that, stop that actin' huh

Yeah, you not like that, lil' bruh, you's an actor
She say do I got a hoe, like do it matter
Runnin' to that bag, my pockets get fatter

F*ckin' fine shit, I f*ck that hoe
Just know I had her
I had left her
That hoe, she got sadder

He see, I'm getting rich
That boy he just got madder
Happy as f*ck I just got some more bands
Five, five, six

Gon make that boy dance
I f*ck with Luh Riah, she said I'm her man
Smoke that Za, I'm in that trance
I Hawk shit down feet

You tryna play, hot shit gon' hit your hand
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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English

Yeah, yeah, yeah
New coupe tryna get up in it
I hit the dash, you know we spinnin
Hot box you know three fives hittin

I'm poppin' shit, you know I'm with it
It's wickk and bin, I bet you get it
Havoc cause we with the shit
It's Audemar, All on my wrist

Yeah, you know we with the shit
Cause we so back to havoc
We so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
We so back to havoc

We so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
Balenciaga, on my feet
Like a Marchin band, we all on feet
Grab the Drac, come get a streak

This ain't my prime, this ain't my peak
We so back to havoc
Pull up to the stu, wit ARPs
Got that green, I got the cabbage

Racks all in my pockets, got that cheese
Won't pay no fines, won't pay no fees
Smoking three fives, we in the tree
Them bullets fly, gone feel that breeze

Tryna bless a bitch, but she ain't sneeze
When I'm with your bitch, she on her knees
And you know I got her beggin, please
We so, we so back to havoc yeah, yeah

We so, we so back to havoc, yeah, yeah
We so, we so
Ha, ha, hey, hold up, huh
Niggas try playin, we causin' the havoc

F*ck niggas keep dissin' the gang
I swear they gon' hop in that black truck, we hop in traffic
You play with S-D-U, we got that F&N
This shit get tragic, huh

Hang out the window, I'm causin' the static
Just like this tennis, get hit with that racket
You want a feature with lil wickk, I'll take your funds
You know I'm taxin

I love my lil' shit, hoe too bad
I swear my lil' bitch ain't even average, huh
These niggas swear they so tuff
But you not like that, stop that actin' huh

Yeah, you not like that, lil' bruh, you's an actor
She say do I got a hoe, like do it matter
Runnin' to that bag, my pockets get fatter

F*ckin' fine shit, I f*ck that hoe
Just know I had her
I had left her
That hoe, she got sadder

He see, I'm getting rich
That boy he just got madder
Happy as f*ck I just got some more bands
Five, five, six

Gon make that boy dance
I f*ck with Luh Riah, she said I'm her man
Smoke that Za, I'm in that trance
I Hawk shit down feet

You tryna play, hot shit gon' hit your hand
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Christiane Pearson, Jeremiah Fletcher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Christiane Pearson, Jeremiah Fletcher
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