Double c’s

By whywewish

Released on November 19, 2021

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[Intro: whywewish]

Double c’s up on my feet little bitch I step expensive

Big body truck bitch, yeah, it cost a pension

Life is way too short to be so fuckin' apprehensive

Big pendant on my tennis, got a boy real pensive


[Chorus: whywewish]

Got a duplex on my neck, I ain’t mean to flex

Big number in the bank, so I can’t ever stress

Seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs

My accountants jaw be droppin' when I’m cashing cheques


[Verse 1: whywewish]

All these racks on me, fat pockets, skinny jeans

Fuck a wedding ring, I got my bitch some diamond teeth

Bitches lovin' me, I'ma bang, could call me keef

She used to cut her wrists, now she got cuts up on her knees

I got hella green, its stinkin' green, could call it shrek

She won't take shit slow, I got my hand wrapped round her neck

Big blicky, yeah, you know I grip a tec

And I could fuck any bitch, go and ask my ex


[Chorus: whywewish]

Got a duplex on my neck, I ain’t mean to flex

Big number in the bank, so I can’t ever stress

Seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs

My accountants jaw be droppin' when I’m cashing cheques


[Verse 2: STARINTHESKY]

I’m randall with that handle please don’t make me go pew pew

Yes I am an animal they let me out the zoo zoo

I ain’t fucked with rats and now my cheese is all bleu bleu

No more servin' mid with eddie out the isuzu

No more drivin' in the rodeo, I’m on rodeo drive

Spending so much they think that my bags are

Mary Poppins size smokin' like a chimney

Sweepin' up your hoe just for the night

She chokin' on my d while I hit that shit from behind

The fn a weapon I keep for protection

I look at my rollie got time for the flexin'

Get off your phone when you up in my section

The way that you stepping it needs some correction

Keep all dat beef, I got a fine selection of steaks up on my plate

I’m smokin' back woods, feeling that good

In your hoe stomach make her back break, ah


[Chorus: whywewish]

Got a duplex on my neck, I ain’t mean to flex

Big number in the bank, so I can’t ever stress

Seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs

My accountants jaw be droppin' when I’m cashing cheques