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letra de wildin' - byzed

[intro]
ryo the ghoul

[chorus] (x2)
tell these hoes that i think they be wildin’
you see them wildin’, you see them wildin’
i get it, you know ’em
forget it, ain’t want it
you know i gon’ get it
you know i don’t want it (skrt)

[verse 1]
go on and fight for the cash (cash)
i got the digital dash, (dash)
pulled up with a benz
cig sparked for the lens
i got lot of issues, but my b-tch is the biggest
i’m a full-time student with no f-cking chance to dig it
i’ma dance to that rih
shootin’ shots like kyrie
let them girls holla at me with that ayo papi
aye aye, gotta focus on what’s next
gotta switch lanes on them’ f-cking tracks (aye, aye, aye)
swerve right, ’cause i end up stackin’ up the racks
my b-tch at the avenue, billionaire revenue
no no more interviews, livin’ with kangaroos
life as rendez-vous, so much things overdue
so much things overdue, dreams i wanna pursue
conquer the game as a foreign
go to f-cking jail with your warrant
got the heavy money bag stolen
got the f-cking p-ssy so swollen i
the resume that you lied on didn’t work to get the job (oh no)
go to school and graduate and go and get the job
get your motivation from all them z-list rappers
i make all these p-ssies go melt like all the cheddar

[verse 2]
g-g-go and fight for the stacks
i got a feeling of death
loan sharks on my -ss, shoutout to my albanian friends (aye)
i’ma call myself like gucci mane
the flip-flops with the gucci flame
i’ma risk it where the fire at?
fire me for being fame
hold your breathe b-tch, let no f-cking air escape
they chase me for my tommy belt
right after they let rooftops play
i’ma make it and i fake it
my versace suit is fake as f-ck
my b-tch in my bed, in the club, now she tied it up
i’ma bang it
it makes me feel so anxious, i’ma make it rain with franklins
i’ma make a satisfaction, i’ma make her c-m on blankets
camera and action on top like an -ss-ssin
some hoes make me wanna quit my p-ssion
i don’t want that sh-t keep it to yourself hoe
indiana pacers chased the check
but the f-cking game is gone hoe
my wingman is rondo, he gives me the -ssist
knock on that door she opens it and gives me the kiss (skrt)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
bizzle on my line yeah
bizzle on my line yeah
yeah hit it babe
don’t you wanna quit it babe
aye, aye, aye, aye

- byzed

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