Corrección Letra Young Wheezy par NAV & Gunna

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[Gunna & Future]
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It's Young Gunna Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Gunna, Young Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy (Slatt)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain (Fountain)
In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' (We steady countin')
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town (Drenched)

[Gunna & Travis Scott]
Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again
Mixin' up Crush like it's juicе and the gin
Stick in her pussy, it's loosenin', yеah (Ooh)
I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit (It's lit)
Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead (Nobody)
I done got rich, but I still ain't a lick
Take a Perc' 30 whenever I'm sick
Ring cost a thirty, I ain't even thirty (Uh-huh)
F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (Uh-huh)
Widebody swervin', Rolls-Royce, that's for certain (Skrrt, skrrt)
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dawgs and these lil' niggas shrimps
Vegas, I spent twenty K on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the 'Vette, that's for Nip'
XO, YSL, in the game off the rip

[NAV]
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can't believe Cash's studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE)
Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn
Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (Let's go)
Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin'
And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (Yeah)
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin' through the back door with my hammer (No cap)
Told these lil' boys, they don't want smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (Yeah)
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (Yeah)
Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you
All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin' yo' bitch is like catchin' the opps
I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her

[Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

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