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letra de wild boy [original solo version] - mgk

[intro]
yeah, b-tch, yeah, b-tch, call me steve-o
i’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth, i need os

[chorus]
yeah, b-tch, yeah, b-tch, call me steve-o
yeah, b-tch, yeah, b-tch, call me steve-o
i’m a wild boy, i’m a, i’m a wild boy
i’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth, i need os
yeah, b-tch, yeah, b-tch, call me steve-o
yeah, b-tch, yeah, b-tch, call me steve-o
i’m a wild boy, i’m a, i’m a wild boy
i’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth (kells), i need os

[verse 1]
i’m a eastside cleveland wild boy, eastside cleveland wild boy
we got baseball bats like the indians and my team pop off like cowboys (blah)
you a “white-flag, throw-that-towel” boy, i’m a “jump-right-in-that-crowd” boy (ah)
you a “shh, keep-it-down” boy, and i’m a “f-ck-you, blow-that-loud” boy
all i know is how to k!ll every one of my cells
all they know is they can k!ll anybody but kells
i am untouchable, you would think i was in jail
but i’m in mexico getting marijuana from miguel (go)
bring it back into the states, put it on a scale (go)
measure it at half a eighth, put it in a sh-ll (go)
split it, then i roll it, then light it up like it’s independence day
i got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
snapback with my city on it (yeah), text back with your titties on it (yeah)
levi’s, put your kitty on it (yeah), start grindin’ like the clipse is on it (woo)
drink it ’til i get p-ssy, biatch, smoke it ’til i get dizzy, biatch
lose control like missy, but i’m a bad boy ’cause i’m with diddy, b-tch! (oh, oh)
[pre-chorus]
there he go, that’s john doe (oh, oh)
there he go, that’s john doe (oh, oh)
yeah, there he go, that’s john doe
nevermind, that’s just kells with that heat
f-ck lebron, though

[verse 2]
what i need a shirt for, what i need a shirt for
tatted up from my head to toe, what i need to work for
chuck t, that’s my swag, spilled drink, that’s my bad
i am a skinny boy so my pants they don’t sag
watch me pull my nuts out, and watch these hoes run for it
watch her give me college brain, watch me go dumb for it
dumb for it, i’m talking forrest gump for it
and if her man comes home, i’m run for it
my girls are tens like they’re in the fifth, get it they’re tens like they’re in the fifth
bottles by tens, we down in the fifth, and we get a checks like it is a fifth
est with me man that is my clique, the b before that cause we are the best
est over everything and that is including the tattoo right over my chest
[bridge]
yeah, cobain’s back, yeah, cobain’s back
got these crazy white boys yellin’, “cobain’s back”
i call my weed nirvana, smells like teen spirit
and my pack’s so f-ckin’ loud you can’t hear it (what?)
ah

- mgk

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