Lyrics Wasshh Gud 6extermination - D.Gold

Yuh, what's good
What's going on
6extermination calling my phone
Shit
6extermination calling my phone
6extermination calling my shit
I got money on the table now
They used to tell us we ain't gonna be shit

Yeh they used to tell us that

Yuh

They used to tell us
We ain't gonna be shit
But I knew that's a lie
Look at us now
Bitch
Look at us now
Bitch u can not go shoot these boys down
But I guess
You could try
Look at us now, bitch
Look at us now

Top boy shit up in
The motherfucking phantom
I don't like no xanah
Gimme that rich boy phetah
I know
Money isn't nothing
Money ain't shit
But I know that shit
Gone one day buy me a new crib

Bitch I woke up in heaven with my smokes
I will never lose these bitches on my folks
Been tormented in my vision
I feel I could fly bitch
Voices in the corner telling me that I can't quit
What's good 6extermination
What's good

Woke up in the morning
Bitch my cash that shit is stolen
Ain't nobody like me bitch i'm foreign
You just the same fucking boring snoring
We got big gas and I bet it's smoking
We can not fix your brain if it's broken
Smoking on gas now bitch I can focus
That shit some magic like hocus pocus
Yah, bitch

You can't fix the devil
Cuz he'll never change
Every fuckin problem
I done fixed I had to face
Bitch you know you something
When you just can't be replaced
All they do is talk and talk
Ain't making any change

All this time when I'm alone
Like bitch I'm good
They don't want the same things
Not the same as you
I'm fed up of showing them shit
They fuckin know they could
You'll look back in about five years
And wish you fucking would

I can't blame the world for failure
And all my addictions
I get on with half of these bitches
They just get it twisted
I can't fuck with people
Who walk and talk with contradictions
I seen your chapter number one
Like I don't fuck with science fiction
Bitch
Need my digits
Coco on my biscuits
Can't keep a distance
This that big boy division
Watch your fuckin manners
Half these boys is snitching
In my fuckin house
I got an anti fuck boy system

I like when my bitches
Shining like some fuckin gloss
I ain't never gave up
Lil boy you took a loss
Boy you'd lose your head
Over all this fuckin sauce
Twenty copper coins like
Lil boy that's how much you cost

That's how much you cost
That's how much you cost
That's how much you cost
That's how much you cost
That's how much you fucking cost
Twenty fucking copper coins
Twenty fucking copper coins
That's how you fucking cost
That's how much you worth
That's how much you fucking worth
You ain't worth shit
Boy that's facts
Ummmmm