current location : Lyricf.com
/
Songs
/
Wired lyrics
Wired lyrics
turnover time:2024-11-30 16:50:30
Wired lyrics

Fuck these hoes, all these bitches stale

Boy you broke as hell

Go to jail, you can't make your bail

So you will probably tell

Pop a flat, now I'm high as hell

I feel like Ezel

War time, better not come outside

I shoot packs of steel

Hardbody, only been a month

I'm already healed

How you feel? jewelry cold as hell

But I ain't got no chill

I'm so high I don't wanna sign with no record deal

I'm so high I ain't coming down, I don't like how it feel

You broke ass niggas make me sick, throw up

You broke, then you need fix it, get your dough up

Got knots that don't fold up for shit, bitch!

Bitch I'm hotter than some lava, but I'm cold as it gets

Don't worry bout me, nigga worry bout your bitch

She was staring at my whip, my rims blew her a kiss

I'm Jordan, Michael with this sniper rifle

I just won't miss

Don’t know the time these VVS's hitting check out my wrist

A lot of fucking junkies in the traphouse

Don't gamble with your life cuz you'll crap out

Tell foenem bring the mac out

If you run they blow ya back out

I fucked her from the back

And fucked around and pulled her track out

I'm in the old school Dunk, I should name it Jerry Stackhouse

Big bank lil bank, he couldn't even pull a stack out

And bitch if I was the president, I'll turn it into a black house

My clip longer than a movie if you niggas wanna act out

I wake up in the morning its a pass out

Bitch I'm trailling sand up in my castle

Nigga I don't box and I don't wrestle

Up my .40 cal and make it smack you

Bitches let me fuck em with no hassle

We throw bullets, but these bullets tackle

I drowned that bitch with crystal

Told her gargle

She couldn't take it, so she spit it out, and lost her marbles

You won't make it in this battlefield

You's a tattle tale

Take my bitch and dress her in Chanel now she fly as hell

Nigga we got pounds, we got bales and this shit for sale

Baggin dope, still got residue in my fucking nail

Weight it up, put it on that thang

I done broke the scale

Foreign trucks, sitting on them thangs

Sitting high as hell

Heard the breath under my hood

I done broke the wheel

Get my roll on, that's a big tymer of a pill

When I was a shorty yeah they called me lil wheel

Bitch I always knew I was gonna ball like Little Bill

I went blind, I couldn't tell the time

But my diamonds real

Red bitch, she got sex appeal, red bottom heels

Comments
Welcome to Lyricf comments! Please keep conversations courteous and on-topic. To fosterproductive and respectful conversations, you may see comments from our Community Managers.
Sign up to post
Sort by
Show More Comments
Lud Foe
  • country:United States
  • Languages:English
  • Genre:Hip-Hop/Rap
Lud Foe
Latest update
Copyright 2023-2024 - www.lyricf.com All Rights Reserved