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WILX - The Ring текст песни

Исполнитель: WILX

альбом: Self Care


Slick detached from society swapped out my sobriety
For grass grew by the root
For that loot
I slick be rioting
All bout that cheese
My pockets they suffer obesity
Nigga get praise like a diety
Straight off the top like a guillotine
If I see a ring then I flee the scene
Like I ain't seen a thing
Might catch a play in the culdesac
Make a lil jug and I bop like I'm Kodak black
All bout that cream like some monestat
Niggas want fame but that fortune not wanting that
Selling they soul for some clout
Is that what that bout
So bout my paper went got me a route
Ain't got me no likes
I got me a dike
She ride me like bike
Climb to the top like a hike
Where the signal is weak
And it ain't no wifi
No social media no Wikipedia
Niggas be peeping my drip and they eat it up
On fire by the summer
Right now I'm just heating up
Raising the temp
I used to work temp
Used to work like a slave
For minimum wage
Looking back boy I remember them days
I only want ms
Used to only want js
Picked up a pack
I ain't pickup no trade
Hustle all day
Ain't barter or trade
Dodged every cop that popped up on the waze
Ain't pop on the gram
Watch I pop anyways
Dodged every cop that popped up on the waze
Ain't pop on the gram
Watch I pop anyways
Yep
I'm on a cloud
They can't follow the wave
2 blunts of medical
Hoe I'm a paramedic
And been in these streets like a derelict
I get that bag til I die and they bury me
Now too much money to count
So i stare at it
And your money funny like paradies
Look at me with your hand out like charity
It's above me I'm fly like a parakeet
That's on my name
I got pull like a hernia
Me and Wilx twinning like malice and pusha t
But he not a preacher
And I don't sell yeezys
Count up that bread
Now my pockets look yeasty
Think I need monestat
Bust down my dope with the mix
Then I bond it back
Sell different drugs out my place
Hypochondriac
Sipping that tuss
And I mix with the cognac
Whipping that jag
I was pushing the Pontiac
Medical plug came from Michigan Pontiac
My plug sent me 20
I honored that
Payoff the judge
I'm not guilty your honor
Beat all my cases like adrian bronner
Ice on wrist
Cuz I broke it while whipping the dust
Grinding like lupe
I kick and I push
Perc got me nauseous
I'm kicked in the gut
Come her bitch
Rollup my blunt
Slick detached from society swapped out my sobriety
For grass grew by the root
For that loot
I slick be rioting
All bout that cheese
My pockets they suffer obesity
Nigga get praise like a diety
Straight off the top like a guillotine
If I see a ring then I flee the scene
Like I ain't seen a thing

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