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DJ Wudd

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Let's go
Grip it til' your hands start giving
And there ain't nothing there to hold on
Won't slow
Saving all the bands I've been getting
Put it right back in the studio
Don't know if I'm gone ever make it
Make hits regardless though
Their songs all in my playlist cause I've been on a roll
Yeah, yeah
On a roll like butter
I'm always avoiding the clutter, yeah
Shorty she staring at me, yeah
Her head all in the gutter
My heart, it feeling flutters
Cause I get nervous when you looking at me
Call me the greatest, babe, that is real flattering
If looks could kill, then you an assassin
Kind of like Ezio, baby, she not who she say she is
Faker than all of my fantasies
Think she family
There's no way, no sense of urgency
Got hundred like a centipede
Two hundred tomorrow
Lead while they follow
Pride got to swallow
Stuck in a brothel while I'm at home with a model
Got stuck with her and now she don't wanna leave
I keep on asking her these questions like she always want Es
And she be eavesdropping everyday
I told her get on your knees
Not really though, I'm not the one to say that
Understand, capisce
Where you been, where you been baby girl
I don't know, but I'd give you the world
I don't know, but I'm all in my nerves
I don't know, but you getting on my nerves
Getting on my nerves, you a bird
Like the finches
Shoutout, shoutout to Atticus
I'm talking Atticus Finch man
To Kill A Mockingbird was fire
Now I'm always in the fire
And you cannot fucking deny it
Everybody that hated on me
Everybody, they think that I'm fire
Know I just rhymed that line three times but
Still I'm going to, I'm going so high
High in the sky, yeah
No, no
I'm not gonna dry up, my phone
Stay waist as f*ck
I meant to say moist but who gives a f*ck
I'm still going up like Carl and Russel
Do it like all the time
Baby, she be fucking with me, she love these lines
Not the white lines though
I can't do that, no
That's a fact like true that
Fight me, get blue black
Your head big, way too fat
You need liposuction
All these verses come in abundance
You stuck in the back and I'm closing the trunk
You said my shit ain't got no substance
Homie, what's up with that
Like Keenan Thompson, SNL
Your hating funny as heck

So funny, I'm laughing
Ha, ha, ha, that's so funny, I love that
Where you been, you a rug rat
Too young for me, I'm a old brat
Not spoiled though, I work hard for everything that I got
I don't know where you been but I'm on the fucking top
Bitch, going on top, yeah
Told you I'm going nonstop
Back in this shit and I'm flowing with Noah, the goat engineer
He is all that I got
Except for Al Jabrone and fam and Uncle Ant, he working a lot
Finessing the bread at like three AM
Every day he get there and go
Go in, yeah
He always going in
Always working with him
It's a pleasure to work with him
So shoutout Uncle Ant, the big hoss, he the goat, my friend
He the goat, my friend
That bread was sick

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