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letra de tiki barber - 50 wiz

[intro]
wiz (will, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
come on
yeah, yeah it’s the wiz, baby, she ain’t even know
uh, uh, it’s the wiz, baby
flaah, wiz
wiz
6 (six, six, six, six, six-six-six-six-six-six-six)

[chorus]
uh, last year, i was rappin’ in a county cell
but now, i can think out the box like it’s taco bell
b-tch wanna sit and tell jokes like schapelle
walk around and leave a b-tch head off the rail
i can’t stand in the hood ’cause i’m hot as h-ll
as soon as i catch a opp, he gon’ tuck a tail
i got ptsd, and i’m sh-lled
my lil’ bro g.i. joe when he got us here

[verse]
hood b-tch, i just f-cked her face and i took her wig
uh, two hands on your pistol, when you go and spin?
i done and did a lotta dirt, forgive mе for my sins
d-ck so big, i told that b-tch, “bring a friend” (oh)
lil’ bro tryna shot a seven likе jeremy lin
he might drown in that water, he has no fins
all this sh-t off the top, i have no pen
turn his ass to uzi, [?]
or turn his ass to amarion, head spin
uh, take your shoes off when you steppin’
you could get slapped with my right or my left hand
f-cked this b-tch with my glock on her nightstand
cool ass n-gga, i walk in like the iceman
sh-t could get ugly, but i told her i’m a nice man
don’t got a lot, but i can do what i can
i can’t f-ck a groupie, and i can’t f-ck a fan
ayy, summertime, bring your ass outside and catch a tan
so anti, when i see him, i don’t shake hands
yeah, i know that it’s fake love with fake friends
i don’t wanna pop no percs, them fake 10s
yeah, take her head, her noggin gone
yeah, we’ll rob a n-gga ’til his pockets gone (’til his pockets gone)
new crib, f-ck yo’ b-tch when y’ain’t home
yeah, never turned my back, vlone
yeah, i was nineteen with a two-tone
yeah, i can show you how to change the ip on a phone
yeah, i keep a k!ller like it’s jeffery dahmer
i’m the real wizard, lil’ b-tch, i’m not harry potter
i can do tricks on the court like a globetrotter (swish)
yeah, b-tch so sneaky, i almost shot her
i might put my arm in like vince carter
get up in this field and i’ma score like i’m tiki barber
you gotta try and drive the scat faster, ’cause it’s a charger
they try and tell me ’bout my life, like they the author
h-lla love for my mama, with no father
[instrumental break]
[chorus]
uh, last year, i was rappin’ in a county cell
but now, i can think out the box like it’s taco bell
b-tch wanna sit and tell jokes like schapelle
walk around and leave a b-tch head off the rail
i can’t stand in the hood ’cause i’m hot as h-ll
as soon as i catch a opp, he gon’ tuck a tail
i got ptsd, and i’m sh-lled
my lil’ bro g.i. joe when he got us here

- 50 wiz

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