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wickid da kid - one clip two clip كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
listen up. the rap game ain’t sh-t if you don’t mention us. s.i.n where you at? (don’t worry wic i’m right beside ya)
choppin up these n-ggas leave em with disfigured figures. equivalent to a lumber jack cutting a tree from it’s limbs
yea it’s the den b-tch! come step to these lions!
the golden mitten’s finest came to set the record straight
c-ck them legs open and f-ck the sh-t out that v-g-n-!
my voice is getting loud because this is the climax!
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my brain had a storm the rain drips on the floor
b-tch that’s sweat!
i’m drawing n-ggas silhouettes
with no remorse this pen ill-strates the birth of your corpse. blood on the floor, black skin, and disfigured ligaments of mcs that sparked a match trying to touch the wic
you n-ggas soft. bars filled with blubber and sh-t!
watch wic punch your t-ts and cause a ripple effect
i’ll snap your neck!
and dance on your clavicle!
mothaf-cka i’ve had it yo your rhymes are just trashable
i’m wrapping you up in saran wrap and down the hatch your carc-ss goes then i’m ghost
merely letters in these poems

bridge:
the game was asleep you went ahead and abused it
kept it underneath through the lyrics of ya music
i’m wreckin havoc on you n-ggas with my n-gga cupid
watch my pen as we spray em on some dr. seuss sh-t!

[chorus] one clip two clip(15x)
(the game was asleep you went ahead and abused it
kept it underneath through the lyrics of ya music
i’m wreckin havoc on you n-ggas with my n-gga cupid
watch my pen as we spray em on some dr. seuss sh-t!)

[verse 2]
where the guns at?
i know you n-ggas askin it
you ain’t here the first verse? i just finished blastin it
on fake savages. flipping words like acrobatics and tablets
these n-ggas can’t fathom it. they much rather sit down alone inside the f-ckin booth and meditate
on things like getting head in locker rooms and selling weight
get younger kids involved and make their money flow fluctuate and package it in a case and call that sh-t a mixtape!
i rap to demonstrate and straighten out my demons
pick em up and squeeze em watch em melt in the cement
these hollywood n-ggas are like empty clips left out of 9mms they don’t have any meaning
get ya weight up elevate from goose, 100 bands, and strippers
diss some n-ggas. d-mn it treat your pencil like a loaded nina
break n-ggas tibias! fibulas crush the moment i mention you look ridiculous tryna match up against this anatomical lyricist
and i dare you n-ggas try me!
i leave you breathless on the track praying for a heimlich!
you n-ggas is behind me!
you f-ggots better catch up or stay in second place
mothaf-cker smoke the dust

(bridge)

(chorus)

- wickid da kid

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