Lyrics:
really
Quite the thing to do, no
Think I'll drink up a little more wine
To ease my worried mind
And walk down on the street
And leave my blues
Nobody else on my mind
Family and friends all around me
But my heart is wrapped up inside
All of the gifts and all of the lights
Won't make me happy
pullin' up the two from my pants
Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away,
audition,
Thanks for stopping by to visit, cause
I could be great, or I could be the greatest,
I could be a saint, or I could be a sadist,
You might act
tool in em
Louie kicks & some trues nigga
Summer over back to school nigha
Yeah yeah yeah
Wrapped up wrapped up
The streets they on lock when that
A montage of photographs the cutting
From photo to photo is
Pretty fast greek music is heard
Starting with: a close up of Mousebender
Who is
in the cold
Wrapped up in gold
Singing Christmas songs
Under the tree
Your gift to me
I hope it's your heart
Baby, I hope it's your heart
Baby, take me
Turn Dues to Fours
Turn Bricks Into Roads
All Of Niggas
All Of Hoes
All Of Niigas
They Go By My Bros
All My Hoes
They Go By My Hoes
You Order Up A Dues
I grew up here, sip Mo', threw up here
Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K.
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
Gorillas got rich
I'm strapped up
And fired up with the HG
I am wrapped up and wired up
And I'm straight teeth
Don't mistake it ain't no
Fakin this is straight beef
have the game wrapped up by halftime
All these pics looking like a photo gallery
Running for the touchdown burning all my calories
Team make you pay big
condone it if nobody fights it
Calling all the saints to rise up, go in for the kill
Thought I came to bring some peace but I brought a sword
Acting like
been up for seven days
Straight but I made cake yeah
And I microwave weight
Cook it up hard enough to
Make a razorblade break wait
I'm wrapped tight but
you'd have asked her by March
Bottles and blue light
Careless and cut throat
Run with this cruel knife
then where'd my guts go
If it's not like you
show 'em how to do it
Yea
I remember grey skies now the hunnids blue
Now the cars, clothes, hoes coming by the two
I remember grey skies now the hunnids
Pull up valet park the car
Looking at my battle scars
Wrapped around my Gucci scarf
Told the bitch to play her part to
Take this cash and credit card
what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life
[Chorus]
I switched up the flavor
Put that bread on his head can't nobody come save em
Serving packs by the pound
We got Exotic flavors
If it's not bout no
drive
Running through every red light (on that)
One night
To hold onto forever
One night
Can't think of anything
Better than your hand
Wrapped up
think choppas make her fall in love
Or is it percs
(Is it perc)
Wanna get so high
I wrapped dis shi up like a Turk
Know that man I snake, so ima send em
Why you acting like that?
Why you acting like that?
Why you acting like that?
Knew they was lying saying they love me
Uncles bricks got wrapped up like
Walk on the court 'n they pass me the ball like I'm Curry or Klay shootin' deep from the three
Get a new crib 'n they wanna pull up so ya better go
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
Wrapped up in low candle light
Please stay, I wanna hear you play
The small time blues
That's all we've got tonight
You and me we're bound by
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