Willie The Kid

Willie The Kid - Desire Washington songtekst

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Sometimes dead solid’s be like music to my ears
Radio beyond dead bull like norm van leer
My flow, memorex that hardcore fans cheer
Stock of pussy go up when my tour van near
I’m peerless, ironically, you couldn’t put a price on it
Hollywood shuffle, ain’t no squares in my circle
Circle take the square, you could fit a square in my circle
If you ashing not a square
Kick a nigga out the circle
If he knock me off my square
Take a best like triangle, get defensive like a mine shepherd
I strike fear like old man quillus when you in pack stumper
Shine dvs, y’all like dwayne pumper
Tryina check her bag looking like a bell, huh?
Strike zero and pop tars at a shell stop
Splinter down the telo watch you niggas shell shock
Carol’s daughter clean, adidas from the mailbox
Mom behind bars, whisey need yard, just a lemon drop
I’m flier than eric lendra, it’s cooler than a pack of mentos
My team never hit a puff, walk into sacramento
But we can’t sit in a stress limo
Hitting on ben ice, y’all know the bindo
Wrapping up shawties like niggas was working quizz notes
Niggas know I’m dead right, like I was lobrenzo
Excuse me, lobrenz in, kick it like tin can
Your friends wanna roll, they can blend in
Sorta like tonic in the goose,
Feeling like a caged animal, niggas done let me loose
Dwaine howard, raw nigga from the shy …michigan
Y’all just tired like a michelin
And this here is a high life, rollin sour diesel, pandora paying shot lights
Rappers watch whatever kendal you barking in
Fucking up mikes, desire washington

Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington
Fucking up mikes, desire washington
Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington
How you know they just be, this shit crazy

Hey yo, we fuck the mikes up like robin givins
And giving up ain’t given not an option
But to rob em, robin
Cut the ribbon on the store front
Horse front, never down hill like tuburgans
Augmeny, mint fresh, dark tinted tennesey’s I follow less
I’m fucking up this mike like custom model death
So call it conrad murray when the flurry comes
Coming through my flow, summersaulting through the money vault
That’s what I’m after
Summer home single mom, honey jack,
Counting jacksons with several label saxons
Saxophones when I pull up, I need a portion
A new porsche, fucking up mikes, I need a jordan
Order sea food, you see dude, he hela focused
Will leave the kid is like a locust
You see one, you see it millions
Swarming on your crops
It’s the brainfly, you fucking up mikes complaint
We won’t stop

Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington
Fucking up mikes, desire washington
Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington
How you know they just be, this shit crazy
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