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    Lil Wyte / Lyrics

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    "In Here" Lyrics

    Lil Wyte

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    (Hook 2x)
    I'm the drunkest(wat)
    Highest wat)
    Crunkest(wat)
    Toughest(wat)
    Buckest(wat)
    Roughest(wat)
    Motherfucker in here the rawest(wat)
    Hardest(wat)
    Wildes(wat)
    Smartest(wat)
    Coldest(wat)
    Tightest(wat)
    Motherfucker in here

    (verse1)
    You can step the fuck up off uv me (bitch)
    I dun already told you you ain't stoppin me (bitch)
    We killers from the camp that got the back uv me (bitch)
    You shooda known I waz part of the family (bitch)
    Before I'm bout to roc the fuckin industry (bitch)
    And plus I'm reppin Memphis Tennissee (bitch)
    And I ain't givin up until I'm seven feet (bitch)
    Yes I said seven thats one more deeper see (bitch)
    Why'all really do not know watz about to approach (bitch)
    Ill kill ya quicker then a some rake could kill a roach (bitch)
    I'm harder then your dick wen it rub genst the panties (bitch)
    Could giv a fuck if I don't ever see a grammy (bitch)
    I'm gon keep rocin only wat I know and see (bitch)
    And wat I see I write it down and then begin to speak (bitch)
    You have no fuckin reason to be hatin me(bitch)
    But I guess aggravation jus come wit bein me (bitch)

    (Hook 2x)
    (Verse 2)
    I woke up early twist tha blunt up (bitch)
    Stumblin from the night before still fuked up (bitch)
    Couldn't tell ya wat I did in the last 24 (bitch)
    Weed xanex and syrup yea I'm on the floor (bitch)
    But don't think that won't stop your jaw from gettin broke (bitch)
    I got a bunch uv killers that be on the fuckin scope (bitch)
    And plus my killers came wit .44s aimed at you're throat (bitch)
    You ain't got no time to run and you already know (bitch)
    Your heart took a pause when wyte walked in tha door (bitch)
    The hoes pussy got moist wen I began to flow (bitch)
    And know the subject matter in hands I cop up wit mo (bitch)
    The louder I spit my style the crowd
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing.
    Written by Alan Maman, Black Jesus, Keith Elam, Timbo King, Walter Reed.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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