Lyrics:
that thing go bang ain't no gang man
This ain't no TV show stop watching gangland
Wild wild west is in motion bang bang
No will Smith Smith and Wesson
chest (Uh ah ah)
I keep it P you know me coming out the west (Ouuu Oouuuu ouu)
Coming in wild (Wild)
I got that wild style (Yeh)
Picture perfect pointers
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool
This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump
I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
Fast two seater and we good dope Blowing
On the wild West while the horse Power roaring
Getting more wet cause you know Where we going
Park the car
Baby steig ein lass uns ganz weit weg
Akzeptiere keinen Neid Baby Wild Wild West
Will mit dir High sein mit offenem Verdeck durch die City by Night
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
to track them down
They won't notice you're back in town
One by one they won't make a sound
As their bodies hit the ground
Riding your horse
Going west
that boy snapping I got him but fuck what he thinking
That money come in give fuck bout a mission
I am legend
Will Smith and wesson
This the Wild Wild
vain, I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena,
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
a myth
Critical ethos of Will Smith
You can call me Gemini man
And can't get enough no
You know I can't get enough
You know I can't get enough
You know
we will ride
To the wild west
We steal from the sun
An hour to party
We'll take back just one
In the wild west
We've outlawed the sun from our rum
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
out the lights:
It got a little crazy.
I don't want to see us go,
The way of the buffalo:
Don't want to have another wild west show.
Hey yaw, Hey
Fahrenheit
Winds will freshen later tonight to south-west force six or seven
And there will be showers sometimes heavy in many
Oh sod it, I didn't wanna do
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Rihanna got a bil'
They gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness
I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek
We inherit Earth and then we
And I can hear the wild wind howling
And I can feel it in my bones
And I know that the howling will take me home
These men of violence, they have
Roll in like Eastwood, I will
You know I will
You got me all wild wild west
And puffing out my chest
It's every man for himself in this room
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