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Wizz Havinn – Eminem ft Veeze Lyrics

Wizz Havinn – Eminem ft Veeze ( Lyrics ) Letra Wizz Havinn Wizz Havinn – Eminem ft Veeze ( Lyrics )
Fuck
Super
Super Wizz, nigga
Ah
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Nigga
Nigga
Nigga
Uh, nigga, uh
Yeah
(Nigga, uh)
Chorus: Wizz Havinn
Smokin’ on that shit from Bobby, nigga cookin’ Whitney (Nigga cookin’ Whitney)
I be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (Feelin’ like a chemist)
Why these fuck niggas be trippin’? Need to mind they business (Need to mind they business)
Poor-hustlin’-ass nigga, out here penny pinchin’ (Fuck nigga)
Powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ Benjis
Yeah, that shit was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (Man, fuck)
Yeah, my lil’ nigga repented, but he still sinnin’ (For sure)
A nigga took a lot of losses, but I’m still winnin’ (Rrr)

Verse 1: Wizz Havinn
Fucked ‘round and lost my L’s, but I’m still bendin’ (The fuck?)
Pussy nigga make me mad, I’ma go see the dentist (Real shit, nigga)
No, that’s not a regular blick, this shit got a switchy (Frrt)
Got your bitch screamin’, “Uh,” when I’m diggin’ in it (Uh)
Super Super Wizz, Mr. Too Sticky (Too Sticky)
Might go buy an old school and drop a new engine (Uh)
Gotta keep these niggas from ‘round ‘cause they be too feminine (They be too feminine)
Serving glee, my shit off-white, call it Eminem (Eminem)

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Chorus: Wizz Havinn & Veeze
Smokin’ on that shit from Bobby, nigga cookin’ Whitney (Yeah)
I be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (Nigga, uh)
Why these fuck niggas be trippin’? Need to mind they business (Uh, uh, uh)
Poor-hustlin’-ass nigga, out here penny pinchin’ (Uh, uh, uh)
Powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ Benjis (Yeah)
Yeah, that shit was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (Wizz)
Yeah, my lil’ nigga repented, but he still sinnin’ (Uh, nigga, still sinnin’)
A nigga took a lot of losses, but I’m still winnin’ (Know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga, uh)
Verse 2: Veeze
Selling packs (Yeah), stuff the bags pre-check (Let’s go, gang)
Have a nigga for his blick, take his street cred (Lame-ass nigga)
Yeah, I hit his main ho, but that’s my lil’ secret
I can’t wear no Amiris no more, that shit for the weaklings
I woke up, I cracked a pint for breakfast, I don’t need it
I still tax that nigga for the pack, known him since sixth grade
I fucked up they household, I still pay rent where your bitch stay (Ha)
I won’t play no games unless it’s big bank taking lil’ bank (Frrt, beep, let’s go)
Serving H, bring that boy to the yard, call that “Milkshake”
Called up Wizz phone like five times, he on a Bubba play
I got all these sons, they ain’t even give me shit for Father’s Day (Damn, damn)
We the Veeze way, I got free bands, that motion gang, nigga

Chorus: Wizz Havinn
Smokin’ on that shit from Bobby, nigga cookin’ Whitney (Yeah)
I be in the kitchen with it, feelin’ like a chemist (Nigga, uh)
Why these fuck niggas be trippin’? Need to mind they business (Uh, uh, uh)
Poor-hustlin’-ass nigga, out here penny pinchin’ (Uh, uh, uh)
Powerhouse blowin’ me up, they keep spendin’ Benjis (Yeah)
Yeah, that shit was lit for a minute, it came to an ending (Wizz)
Yeah, my lil’ nigga repented, but he still sinnin’ (But he still sinnin’)
A nigga took a lot of losses, but I’m still winnin’ (Nigga, uh)

Outro: Wizz Havinn
Super, Super
Nigga
Super Wizz, nigga
Don’t say, “Wizz”
Put, “Super,” in front of that shit
So now I’m Super Wizz Havinn, fuck nigga
You heard?
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