Jr Writer Get Your Wet Wipes Lyrics:
[Verse 1 (Jr Writer)]
We poppin mean gators (gators)
sour d flavors (uh huh)
ashes
like I had somebody cremated (woah)
in other words I puff and land (land)
every butters damp (damp)
and you done swear
I plucked the branch off the mother plant (true story)
you'se a doja (doja)
who get em from a smoker (uh huh)
I'm upstate
tryin to talk buisness with the grovers (whats good)
your slower
so everyone you pitch it to is sober
I cut up and bag the grass quicker than a mower (mower)
get em on the corner (get em on the corner)
you ship these malnova? (what)
mixfeends take more hits than myoga (the boxer)
sit em on the curb (curb)
twisted off a bird (bird)
I get this raw hair from an indian reserves (allen)
before I get there
it's a bricket to reserve (here you go)
stupid you need a boat
just to get to where serve (stupid)
so curve I don't talk to mines (nope)
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I extort this grind (how?)
couple mexicans
get em past the border line (line)
holla at me (holla)
R will hit you over dimes
parked up with that porshe reclined
sharper than a porcupine (uurrrrr!!)
cause I keep grindin (grindin)
every sleeve shinin (bling!)
you'se a jewler huh
ever see some green diomands? (ever see some green diamonds?)
you don't glitter you clown (clown)
all my wrists already drown (drown)
I ain't sad
but this chain keep bringing me down (whats that?)
so expect (what?)
a kilo on my neck
when you see me in the jets
with a sleezy on my left (left)
a nigga really think about reachin
he'll be stretched (why)
this fuckin desert
is the only eagle he will get (blaahh!)
yes
plus it ain't hard to see that I am fresh
with a fan base that believe that I'm the best (me)
I came a long way
from the p's up on the steps (steps)
listen I'm the best
yes secret ever kept
writer
ay fagget give a fuck if they practice (why)
ain't nobody hotter than me and my age pracket
holla!
Lyrics: Get Your Wet Wipes, Jr Writer [end]