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WOCKHARDT

(album: HOU WOULDA THOUGHT - 2019)


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Walk with my cup and I walk with a limp (yeah uh)
E'yeah (yeah yeah)
Uh-uh
Yeah (uh) gang

Wok in my cup and I walk with a limp
And I've been trapping since a kid
Pour up deuce and I pour up trip
They making bands from making nips
You ain't making money, I don't want to hear it
Foreign wheels and I'ma steer it
I'll make it back if I'ma spend it
And if she bad, I'm gonna get it
Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with
All that ice, I have 'em melted
Most my niggas, they some felons
And they giving me some credit
How you doing it independent? And they tell me that they don't get it
She got a dope boy fetish
Emergency here, I'ma need a paramedic

I need a M, make it a double
Hella straps in this tunnel
On the block, that's the gutter
Where I was living with my mother
It gets crazy in the summer
In the trench with gun-lovers
Hello birdie, burring feathers
And I'm gonna earn in any weather
Pay two thousand for a sweater
Free my bros, writing letters
Take three bands for my tailor
I'm off still, can't still
That bitch swelled up, she get filled up
I'm in the trap, I ain't doing the drugs
Call me a provider
That lil' bitch she so sweet, want to know why she hyper
Glizzy got a red beam, call that shit cyclops
I'm gonna hide where I have a key, and that shit no favour
Most that shit was for a neek and it got crushed up
Now I'm living so neat and they pay for features
Thousand-dollar diamonds all up on my feet, Balenciaga's
Don't need any security guard, keep me a wassa
And rolling with a Glock up, probably nonstop

Wok in my cup and I walk with a limp
And I've been trapping since a kid
Pour one for deuce and I pour one for trip
They making bands, from making nif
You ain't making money, I don't want to hear it
Foreign wheels and I'ma steer it
I'll make it back if I'ma spend it
And if she bad, I'm gonna get it
Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with
All that ice, I have 'em melted
Most my niggas, they some felons
And they giving me some credit
How you doing it independent? And they tell me that I'm better
She got a dope boy fetish
The minute shit in, I'ma need a paramedic

Need a paramedic
Need a paramedic
Need a paramedic
Need a paramedic
Need a paramedic
Got a dope boy fetish
Yeah ay
Yeah ay
Got a dope boy fetish
She got a dope boy fetish
Got a dope boy fetish

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