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lirik lagu whole lotta wickery – shawny binladen

[intro]

ep on the beat

(there’s a man in the mirror)
(and it [?], [?])

yeah
oh i like this one ep
pvyso i love you
whole lotta wickery
them wick hours
uh, yeah, uh, uh

[verse: shawny binladen]
i see an opp, closed curtains, drench ’em
i just might get her a birkin
off of the perc and that sh*t got me nervous
just got a pint and that sh*t got me swerving, uh
pop me a perc and i boot up
i’m in the woods and i stay with my ‘ooter
9 wick toting i’m drenching with buddha
30 round drum yeah the clip like a ruler, uh
just got a g, call bizzy
slide on the opps tell bro get busy
they got a 30 but i came with a 50
big shawn wick move tact no kizzy, uh
look at the chain that’s big rocks
step in the trap look left that’s 6 block
keep me a g, shawn wick don’t kickbox
he not a hitter that boy be on tiktok
and i, trap house jump ‘cuz i got it in motion
she stay with the woos(?) got me feelin like logan
popping these percs going crazy i’m rolling
bro got a cab but he drive it like he stole it
ice on my wrist like the doc said it’s swollen
and they got it from [?] them crackers is on me
ice out your b*tch but she out with your homie
how you the plug but i’m out here zoning
how you the ‘ooter but i’m out here toting
bro be smoking on yaya it’s potent
servin 23 give my little boy growing
that’s another reason why his pops ain’t going
that’s another reason why his pops be toting
i spot an opp and i leave that boy floating
new wick piece yeah it look like the ocean
walk with a g yeah i keep it in motion
yeah
free the f*cking ‘ooters man
free all the f*cking ‘ooters man
free the f*cking unit
not g unit n*gga, free the murder unit n*gga

[verse 2: bizzy banks]
get money
bizzy, haha, look

stack or starve n*gga you better save
refresh the money to my young n*gga blaze
trapping hard, we got 62 ways
chrome heart, we got flavor*flaves
chrome spark, if i do not get paid
cozart, all we know is bang
chief keef, if you ain’t get the name
i was down, but you don’t know the pain
one pair of fits, i had boots for the rain
no money for cabs, i was hopping the train
you ain’t put in work, so how you got stained
you ain’t got heat, so how you got flamed
i lost my blooders, this sh*t ain’t the same
they either dead or they stuck in the cage
i was out trapping, f*ck minimum wage
life changed, i get paid for the stage, uh, uh
just want to be rich but i’m stuck in my ways
if the bin lit we gone buy the whole page
[?] a n*gga had aim
you don’t like me n*gga, let that sh*t bang
in the trenches, treat that sh*t like a range
life make you groan, it don’t care ’bout no age
i’m deep in these streets, i think we engaged
but she don’t love me, we ain’t on the same page
i hopped in the porsche ‘cuz i had to get paid
my momma don’t know what go on in my brain
i want to talk but it’s hard to explain
my father a gift that sh*t run in my veins
that’s why i do music ‘cuz i cannot paint
i love my b*tch but she always complain
i was down but i had to maintain
now i’m up, i done bought a few chains
but i ain’t happy cuz i’m still feeling drained
we catch an opp turn that boy to a strain
b*tch we make movies but don’t entertain
gmto structure yeah that’s the campaign
you took a loss but what did you gain
if i have a son yeah i’m calling him saint
‘cuz that’s what he is at the end of the day

- shawny binladen

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