Lyrics:
and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now, don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas, and I am the wildest
I'm a motherfucker, call me
the neighborhood watch call the cops
It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran
Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section)
[Chorus:]
II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me
My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for
walked in
I got some wild-ass buddies that love spending money
And I see you brought a couple of friends
Just tell me your name
I don't need your
and mean
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true
There
part III niggaz can't fuck with me
My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for
fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy
sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)
L, yo,
mo')
And never your feelings, he's chasin' millions fo' sho'
Uh oh (uh oh), now you 'bout to have his baby? (damn)
Another wild-ass nigga that's gon'
introducin' Young Trigga)
Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
Just anotha wild-ass nigga
(But he was fiendin' for Precious) What?
(But Precious was
Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night
All of my real live niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night
All my
Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night
All of my real live niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night
All my
figure
I'm a unforgivin' wild-ass dog nigga
Somethin' wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter
I'm a bill printer, I'm a grave digger
Yeah, I am what I am
I
on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin' ass
Wild-ass motherfuckin adolescents
These niggas ain't even got
No childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood
And you at the funeral
Every
fix a flat
If you're scared go to church
And get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children
Now don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am
a bar spitta, I’m a hard hitta
Yeah I’m light-skinned
But I'm still a dark nigga
I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall figure
I'm an unforgivin' wild-ass dog
at, remember that?
I remember the spots that used to be hot
Just like the roof top, a place that only few can rock
On a wild ass block, yeah you
wild ass women
Gettin' gone in a New York minute
Ah, but girl, somethin' tells me that ain't you (that ain't you)
I wanna take my sweet time
Like
have to put
You in the fucking dirt
They like "Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild"
I don't give a fuck
Nigga I'm with that gun violence
I'm with that gun
the bridge
Although you may run in to some wild ass kids
Take the J train, the D or the A if you dare
And the 2, 3, 4, 5 also comes here
There's so much
an image
Whole time ain't your homie
He'll never do a sentence for you
And you ain't have no clue
Old wild ass leachy ass niggas
Fucking with you til' you
Ice on my neck, so it's cold out
I fuck with the hood, don't hold out
I'm a wild ass nigga like
Light green in my swisher like Kermit
My pockets on fat
wild ass nigga, OTF we the team
And if you ain't with the team
Bro Gods make a scene the clip super long
We be shootin' for months
Roll up the dope,
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