Hurricane Wisdom - YK Where It's Goin' (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Hurricane Wisdom - YK Where It's Goin' (en) Lyrics
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Hey, we ’bout it
Say you ’bout it for me, is you sure?
I be shopping the G-body
Girl, I know it ain’t
nothing to floor it
Damn it, her panties done
fell on the floor
I done turned this lil’
b!tch to a whore
Came home and it look like a store
Cross me, b!tch, you know
where it’s going
Tryna speed with her head on the horn
And I’m first, b!tch,
where is you going?
Tryna tell you I’m one of them ones
Say please, I’m giving you more
They sip lean, I ain’t
feeling the pour
She want love, I ain’t giving her nonе
New dub, I ain’t getting no ones
Cross mе, b!tch, you know
where it’s going
You gon’ live life, then
get rich out it
I need some cash, I’ma see ’bout it
Now we can pull out the
big-body (Big-body)
Ten out of ten, I know how she going
The pussy get wet, I
know when she moist
She know I’m a vet’,
I shit on them boys
I jump in that Lamb’,
I put it in sport
Ayy, take it up, fam’,
ain’t making no noise
Ran up a check, I want me a jet
I’m deep in her neck,
her head is the best
I told ’em, “We good, we
don’t gotta stress”
I wish that you would
go settle for less
I got this shit going, we
work ’til the morning
I keep this shit going, ain’t
stopping to press
I’m chasing a hun’, I’m off to the sun
I shop in Milan, I’m
having them threads
You ain’t gotta shit on
’em (shit on ’em)
He the one, they depend
on him (Depend on him)
Gunna Wunna, the winner of the bread
You the one thinking years ahead
You the one with the spill,
take that bih’ back to the
crib, I’m breaking the bed
Show your ho how to live, stack
this shit high as the hills,
fuck what they said
She want love, I ain’t giving her none
Cross me, b!tch, you know
where it’s going (Okay)
OT, I don’t know where I’m going
Court-side, I ain’t going to court
Tre flied, we rolled up in sport
N!gga died, I went on a tour
See, I’m the reason he
even be on this whore
unna the reason there ain’t
nothing in-stor
reen-faced Rollie, shit on them boys
New Franck Muller, shit on them boys
It ain’t nothing to shit on ’em
Couple M’s, we sit on ’em
But she in Miami, you
know how she going
Don’t gotta ask, you
know that she going
Got cash, you know how she hoing
Came home, the b!tch do porn
If she ’bout it, she know
where it’s going
We ’bout it
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