Wicked Ways
Sam1kayy
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When you outchea in the field it's a royal rumble Ride around with woo sticks i come from the jungle I been down for too long f*ck being humble We get into it here and there but they my fucking brothers Dickie suit on this liquor i don't need a boot Man you hoes for everybody i don't need a swoop Fam could ask me for whatever gotta feed my troops Circle small i ain't tryna be all in the loop I been down for real i done dodged a hundred years Imma take it to the door f*ck your plea deal I'm in the sunshine state with my heat still With a chain that fake you can't be real Haitian flag only i was so boney My dawg named fony but he is not phonie I be outchea by myself i been real lonely Lost my heart in the streets and it been lonely Everything authentic i don't f*ck with knock offs So thinking you could snake me that'll get you knocked off Extendo in between the glizzy like a hot dog I am Mr.SprayDaWorld i am not y'all If i had cancer guarantee that i won't fall off Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not y'all Amputated gurantee that i won't fall off Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not yall Momma told me son son you need to pray Daddy told me son son you need to change Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer Momma told me son son you need to pray They could be coming for me any given day Was being real but you Niggas went to acting fluke This cuban link around my neck been feeling like a noose Putting people on that's some i ain't have to do Boy this glizzy on my hip i don't gotta move When i get angry i real dangerous Bitch I'm Sprayed out nigga i ain't gang banging I ain't tucking shit imma leave this chain swanging A couple more to the dome ah leave his brain hanging It's like I'm starting to see my oboy die infront of me He getting real old He losing weight fasho Other than my Nina ion need a hoe Cause yall just getting in the way I already know I got my zoe flag and i ain't kissing no ass Cover up the plate I'm riding round witg no tag When it's good its a chance that it could go bad Imagine falling off the reason that i won't sag Momma told me son son u needa pray Daddy told me son son u needa change Momma told me son son you need to pray Daddy told me son son you need to change Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer Momma told me son son you need to pray They could be coming for me any given day
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