Devin the Dude - Wxyz Lyrics

Lyrics Wxyz - Devin the Dude




So you and that nigga stay together now?
Nah, not really
I'm saying, how you gonna escape that situation, nigga?
Well, I'm gonna take care of my girl
Yeah, that's the throw off, huh?
Haha, yeah, you know how I do things
No doubt, no doubt, yeah, 'cause I want my dick licked tonight
What?
Yeah, by a real ghetto bitch, and you ghetto as hell
Huh, huh, you know
With your Nash'stache
Yeah, you know I'm representing, what?
Yeah, that's right
Yeah
Yeah, you gonna massage my balls too?
Oh, what?
No doubt
Well, I gotta get off the phone, you know what I'm saying?
You gonna escape that later
Alright, Angela
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
Yep, you fucked up, didn't you?
You didn't come home last night and he pinned you
Up against the wall, you shout, "Hell naw"
You makin' a phone call, nigga hit you in the jaw
You scream and scratch, you bite, kick and yell
But the neighbors think y'all fuckin', hell, they can't tell
But your eyes are swelled and your nose all red
And your jaw fucked up, you wanna go, but you're scared
Why the fuck you do what you did when you done it?
Now all these thoughts, they come back after you fronted
Then you drown yourself in all the ache and pain
Thirsty for love, but tired of drinkin' the rain
First, girl, gotta look at yourself
When you gone, it's like, "Yo, there's no you left"
You can exit out and begin again, though
As long as you know
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
You know what?
What?
I think done now, done now
Nah, nah, nah, nah, you don't have to be
Yes, this is my time
Nah, nah, I fuckin'...
Dude, stop it, dude
What the fuck? Why you, why you doin' that?
No, no, no, it's on you, dude, where were you last night?
Man, I was, I was
Dude, I was tryna be up in here waitin' for your ass
And you're fuckin' out with your boys
Tryna hook up with some other whores, dude?
I went to a party, I was gettin' head, you know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, why don't you fuckin' talk your shit, dude?
Damn, bitch
Yep, you fucked up, didn't you?
You hit her in the mouth and now they tryna lynch you
In the prison bars with the fences and walls
You makin' a phone call, nigga hit you in the jaw
Now it's two of 'em on you in a three-man cell
But boss way down there, hell, he can't tell
But your eyes are swelled and you're bleedin' your tank
And your jaw fucked up, you wanna leave, but you can't
Why the fuck you do what you did when you done it?
Love hurts sometimes, but that's what you wanted
Too fake to break, but too hard to cry
Now you're lookin' at five, what you gon' do now?
My nigga, would you look at yourself
When you gone, it's like, "Yo, there's no you left"
You can exit out and begin again, though
As long as you know
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
There's no you, you
You might just X out your problem
Why sit and pretend you don't see?
So this what the fuck I gotta expect from you, bitch?
What?
You a dusted-ass bitch
Alright
That's all you is
Whatever
Fuck you goin' out with your friends, gettin' you in trouble, bitch
Whatever
You can have all my, for matter of fact
You gon' fuck Trent from now on, you gon' fuck Rico
You gon' fuck Phil, you gon' fuck Devin
Yeah, yeah, I'll fuck 'em all, what? And what?
Let me get some pussy, man
Nah, nah
You might just have to X out your problems



Writer(s): Devin C Copeland, Robert Mcqueen, Luster Baker



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