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"For What" is a track by Warhol.SS, from the album Chest Pains, released 14th November 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus: Warhol.ss] B.B. Simon belt blingin' Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me Baby don't be shy I want it sloppy Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye Keep the fire nigga, don't you test it 'cause it's tucked Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck Fuck his ho for what Keep this pole for what Hit the store for what Hoppin' out this truck Niggas want woods, finna roll up Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up [Verse 1: Warhol.ss] Choppa rob a nigga, we gon' stop him like a hold up I'm in traffic ridin' 'round wit' Peso we be poured up Deuce or better in this Fanta, nigga don't you bother me Rollin' this gelato, you know we gon' need all the tree [Verse 2: RX Peso] Big chain on my neck bling (Bling bling bling) Rich gang getcha bitch weak I dropped 8 lines and lost faith (Lost faith) Real trap nigga my racks never shrink Check my insta I got drip on me now (Drip now) I'm in the pot, Saint Laurent, neck down Givenchy on that ho I bet I pipe her down (Bet I hit) I lift my wrist up on two cups right now I hit my DMs, yo bitch in it now It's 12 PM, on two of 'em now Fuck the Motorsport I have to toast up wit' my niggas It's fear God but I know God gon' forgive a killer I bussdown Rollie's and count up for my potential It's detrimental, get some money, they don't feel you (They don't understand) I want my nigga Warhol play wit' dem my kids (Play wit' our kids) I pour more codeine so ion gotta feel it Shoot at 12, kill yo ass in a whistle It ain't no talkin' to zip the bag 'n I don't miss If that's my nigga then I pour that Actavis Upgrade my income, I dropped it in the trenches (In the trenches) [Chorus: Warhol.ss] B.B. Simon belt blingin' Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me Baby don't be shy I want it sloppy Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye Keep the fire nigga, don't you test it 'cause it's tucked Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck Fuck his ho for what Keep this pole for what Hit the store for what Hoppin' out this truck Niggas want woods, finna roll up Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up
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