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letra de wild child - dee watkins

[intro]
gasky got that gas
dee
what the f-ck
look

[chorus: dee watkins]
i’m just a wild child, lost in the streets ain’t had no guides
ain’t on no percocet, i’m just itchin’ to catch a body
check my bank account, label sent another deposit
don’t know who to trust, i got skeletons in my closet

[verse 1: dee watkins]
he a hard-headed n-gga with a pocket full of bands
i ain’t even gotta rap no more, i do it for my fans
i head they plottin’ on me, we just [bought a chopper?] from j-pan
sticky moves with that tool, show them b-tches you ain’t playin’
i got this sh-t from out the mud, ain’t n0body give me sh-t
so when i tell a n-gga no, don’t go to actin’ like a b-tch
i’m still stayin’ out the way, i can’t get caught up in the mix
just talked to peezy say, “boy, you goin’ harder than a b-tch.”
why would i lie to you and say this sh-t was easy?
(gasky got that gas) (this sh-t ain’t easy)
don’t say you love me knowin’ you ain’t really mean it
(you don’t mean that sh-t)
[chorus: dee watkins]
i’m just a wild child, lost in the streets ain’t had no guides
ain’t on no percocet, i’m just itchin’ to catch a body
check my bank account, label sent another deposit
don’t know who to trust, i got skeletons in my closet

[verse 2: omb peezy]
yeah, we livin’ wild wild, but when i make it we gon’ ball out
don’t talk murder-for-hire you know them folks won’t check [?]
[?] when i shot that boy for me, so they my dogs y’all
omb forever, know i’m on the way when y’all call
[?] so i guess we even
gotta slim b-tch eatin’ meat and she just told me she was vegan
[?] them bullets rainin’ in the season
[a brick baby?], sticks blazin’ anybody play with peezy (grrah)
easy, we gonna achieve it without ever
[a pair of old smokin’ the lan your bushes?] with a barometer
i’m in the boeuf [á la?] come to beef and we ’bout whatever
don’t give a f-ck if you a og [la quinta?] get to the ghetto

[chorus: dee watkins]
i’m just a wild child, lost in the streets ain’t had no guides
(gasky got that gas)
ain’t on no percocet, i’m just itchin’ to catch a body
check my bank account, label sent another deposit
don’t know who to trust, i got skeletons in my closet
[outro]
ah, yeah
and we ballin’
gang

- dee watkins

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