Lyrics:
victims of the same struggles
I know you'll ride for me, therefore I'll always ride for you
Ain't no question if lil WyteOut coming, I'll be sliding through
caboose
Pour some Patron in some pineapple juice
Then I might have to do
Some shit Lil Wyte wouldn't do
Bitch I'm open to suggestion
Might shift direction
Micodin - Oxy Cotton Part 3
*INTRO*
**All right, let’s do it right this time. Oxy Cotton. Shout out to Lil Wyte. You did it right once, Fucked up
Yo this the outlaw Josey Scott from saliva
Get down with my boy Lil Wyte
Memphis style homicidal, word!
Man I'm 'bout to kill me a motherfucker
Hypnotize Minds presents
Lil' Wyte with Three 6 Mafia
OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
I say OOHHHH! It
what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high word to my big bro Lil Wyte
Check it out
This not a song about addiction at all, nah
This one here is about
actually like really really good
He was like brah
I'm telling you this is the shit
I was like whatever brah
We'll see
Ahh Lil Wyte
The night that Doubt Me
niedouczonych pał „kopiujemy Amerykę"
Inspiracja to nie kopia mylisz tę pojęcia ziom
Jak Lil Wyte ściągam macha i jadę my smoking song
Nie kumasz ale szanuj
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
Yeah, Lil Wyte, Caskey the Avengers
YMCMB white music motherfucker
Now I usually wouldn't admit to this but
Right now we gonna get trippy
Eat
walkin'
Until this
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Yeah they call me Lil' Wyte
I'm back
the morning as long as no one comes and stops me
I'm Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseurs hydro gon' never come to ya cheek
If I'm in the Memphis city
I'm lil wyte the motherfucking man and I talk my talk
Sippin surup, making money and do it while I walk my walk
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass
Chedda this a banger
Yea turn up
Yea yea yea yeah
Blood sweat tearz production
Presents Og Rilow music
She remind me of Wyte Chyna
Eyes stay tight
Hammer,
Federation
cmpachino
The Jacka
Iamsu
Celly Cel
The Pack
Lil B
Clyde
Saweetie
Rappin' 4
Messy
Kamaiyah
Third Eye
Sheila E
Wyte
D-low
Turf Talk
wen times is ruff. My lil homey known to blak out for dat wyte stuff........ Im heavy inda game nttn lyte bruh. . edward scissor hands. get u knifed
up and let down my guard
That's when I seen this baddie, my God
Her own house, own cash, own cars
Got her nails done lil momma goes hard
She's
stupid slum, stupid slum
I'm hanging out with hood wyte
So you know it's party night
Drinkin that vodka and poppin rolls
Hope this nigga don't start
The House called Animal fo'
What you think The House called
I ain't got time got plans lil' hoe
Find a protest take a stance lil' hoe
Ann time you don't like
the sod
I can tell they keep on lowering the bar
Either that or I don't know which planet that I'm on
I know I’m that dude
K. Wyte that dude
check the f l o
the shovel I'm gonna bary yo mangled up remainz
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Talk about these hatin lil boys, carryin they toys but they small dawg
Put yo 22
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