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wakko the kidd – airheadz كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: wakko the kidd]
yeah, little b_tch i really trap i’m pushing p straight out the back
if yee ain’t get that airheadz straight from us that sh_t is cap
b_tch’ll call me a narcissist my sh_t sicker than wuhan
i been selling dope since i was a kid this sh_t ain’t new dog
i was only 12 hop off the porch i’m on my own now
and i got this sh_t straight out the streets shoutout my home town
bet i make ‘em sick half these people used to hate on me
funny how the f_cking table turned cause now they wait on me

[verse 2: louie ray]
this may hurt to hear but i do the mail i don’t deliver
yeah, ten (?) out to dinner
toting wood i got a splinter (ay)
i got stones and everything i got on is not no glitter
me and twenty racks and twenties on one side a pocket ripper
i’m toxic, like my b_tch exotic i done knocked the stripper
i’m boxing can’t even leave the crib get wock and (?) delivered
they my members, they don’t let us in then it’s gon’ blow my temper
we got this summer sh_t on lock we tryna control december

[verse 3: wakko the kidd]
yeah, fill the trunk i don’t give a f_ck pull up in bentley trucks
pop a pint you ain’t pouring sh_t you got a empty cup
talking tough all on instagram i don’t go back and forth
all my homies really rich as f_ck they just acting poor
i go spend some bands just on one outfit i got stupid paper
i might f_ck this b_tch but i can’t nut cause i got two for later
i just spent the bag right on rodeo went the gucci way
i done took some l’s but i’m still grinding like i’m louie ray (get it)
how the h_ll they punk you for that pistol get yo fire back
k!lled a rat, we done seen his papers he got wire tapped
where that needle mark is
i done spent 1200 on my skinny jeans
ar_15 with the 2_2_3 that sh_t my mini me
i ran up a bag all on my own i got a different flex
all i really need is some good neck i just might skip the s_x
honestly i’m smoking half this pound and i’ma flip the rest
all i’m smoking on is this too loud because it hit the best
[verse 4: louie ray]
you can tell that this sh_t too loud the way it hit the chest
bullets hit his flesh my life a math and fitness test
too much dope to hear the stress
i wake up and play with br__sts (okay)
wakko just play (?)
i walk alone you can’t play a player b_tch might as well play the stairs
pull up on rims at county fairs (yeah) iced my cartier’s
this hood comfortable you wonder how that’s cause i come from there
i’m drinking drink up outta wine glasses it ain’t no cup in there (n_gga)

- wakko the kidd

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