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letra de wiiic city drillz - wiiic city/o-block

[intro]
yeah, wiiic city, man
keep the world crazy, man
young money k, man
free dem guys, n-gga
don’t get tooka’d, period!
stlk, ebtk, man
wiiic city crazy
wild insane

[verse 1: ???]
rip to keta
lip to rah rah
free dat n-gga dada
free my n-gga top dawg
get your head shot off
for f-ckin with dem top dawgs
ebt, we pop y’all
flatline, pause y’all
big guns applaud y’all
we clappin when we saw y’all
i love my n-gga e-dogg
i love my n-gga bj
pound on all these f-ckboys like a three way
catch us in that p-way
vampires don’t see day
mask up, don’t see face
aka don’t see case
aka all we play
circle till we see day
sh-lls for his b-day
drive thru twice, yeah
call dat a replay
f-ck you and that he say
she say, been about my synco
k!llin sh-t, say i
guess it be dat demo
f-ckin with my kinfolk
f-ck you and dem bimbos
[verse 2: ???]
k!llas has ski masks
drilla made the beat fast
gdk, b-tch n-ggas
mеtboys, they snitch n-ggas
yms down, foe
whatchu throwin up?
bgc, we in dis b-tch
and you know i’m growin up
wiiic city, rollin up
caught my bankroll goin nuts
i bе ridin where i’m pokin
and that kush sh-t, yeah, smoke it
dat 30 what we tote
we’ll clap his whole ideas
clap him while he with us, b-tches
b-tch can catch a clip or 2
we don’t need the snitches, too
b-tches die like n-ggas and these
n-ggas die like b-tches, too
laughin at these sillies, dude
the 40 be a silly, too
hostile, you better be cool
went in like calum and nem
so n-gga, i never will lose
drillin every f-ckboy so
n-gga, i never will snooze
trey-5 rollin trey 5s
ej got tec-9
lurkin like a k-9
like kobe ass, face time
let em down, bring em back
to k!ll his ass 8 times
that’s what you call a deal line
leave em at the red line
the next stop, the green line
55th to 64th
posted up is never a sport
gun keep the blow torch
rollin on my court
take this and his pockets
we’ll smoke up all the profit
[verse 3: e-dogg]
wiiic city, what the f-ck?
30 shot in the cut
pop a n-gga in the clutch
hoes thirsty, wanna f-ck
n-ggas mad, they want a buck
keep it goin, they better duck
boys ready, wanna bust
pills got me high as f-ck
30 shot for you f-cks!

[verse 4: munna duke]
wiiic city, man up!
n-ggas better stand up
better get the bands up
cuz we gone f-ck yo fams up
wiiic city droppin sh-t
pills, yeah, we poppin sh-t
drills, yeah, we rockin sh-t
30 clips in the oppas, b-tch
me and bro, ridin round
yeah, we smokin big loud
free dem 064 guys
yeah, it’s f-ckin drill time!

[verse 5: odee]
wiiic city, stand up!
man, we got dem bands tucked
hit you when yo mans up
whole squad full of hittas
make us pull the f-ckin trigger
we be on dat drill sh-t
rollin off dat pill sh-t
whole squad crazy, n-gga
crack em with dat 80, n-gga
hit him 3 times
got a n-gga lookin lazy, n-gga!
[verse 6: patoon]
wiiic city, baby!
style so crazy
glock 40 in my pocket
cuz you n-ggas fugazy
wiiic city, what it do?
ebt, who the f-ck is you?
y’all don’t want no problems, fam
the choppas gon solve em, man
poppin pills, rollin blunts
see em lackin, leave em slumped!

- wiiic cityo block

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