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letra de wicker - rolexx homi

[chorus: rolexx homi]
see my squad get da sickest n-ggas
get da drop page da hittas on da wicker, n-gga
get da drop page da hittas on da wicker, n-gga
get da drop page da hittas on da wicker, n-gga
jheez, got dem hittas and dem drug dealers
got dem hittas and dem drug dealers
you ain’t a real hitta you just scared of n-ggas
how you got bodies and you scared of n-ggas?

[verse 1: rolexx homi]
came out of gang n-ggas switchin’ up
these so called hittas they ain’t rippin’ up
tell n-ggas you got da drop they ain’t pickin’ up
tell n-ggas come see you they ain’t pullin’ up
tell n-ggas come see you they ain’t pullin’ up
it’s either them n-ggas are schemin’ or them n-ggas bored
all this money on my head and it ain’t scarin’ us
twenty grand, fifty grand, and they fearin’ us
we catchin’ homi’s on da streets they ain’t hearin’ us
we chase that n-gga ten blocks and we bangin’ on him
took that chain off his neck that was hangin’ on him
see my right hand died in front of yorkdale
n-ggas hopped out da car and they bangin’ da steel
n-ggas waitin’ by his car, sh-t’s gettin’ real
any n-gga involved i’ll pop it like a pill
and if i’m ot i’m sendin’ k money to do da drill
f-ck boy, sendin’ k money to do da drill, ha
a gun charge, illegal search i ain’t takin’ da deal
took my sh-t to trial, lost, i’m gangin’ for real
took my sh-t to trial, lost, i’m gangin’ for real

[verse 2: twotwo]
we went to war wit’ da sickest n-ggas
smoked a lotta weed over bidder liquor
bodies gettin’ framed don’t you get the picture?
you rats callin’ names to avoid convictions
i was taught by the prison system
n-ggas tell da most stories so i never listen
catch a body we goin’ ot
got a youngin’ that’ll spray he holdin’ febreze
my heart’s cold real cold you can tell that i freeze
chopped beef like a butcher we cuttin’ up meat
you want smoke that’s free smoke when we comin’ wit’ heat
i’m from da lee we chew food like what’s under your t–th
like, free my n-ggas in da celly and if not we on road and we give a n-gga h-ll
i swear we givin’ n-ggas sh-lls, hit my n-gga on da wicker he gon’ ring you like a bell

- rolexx homi

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