Wayne Perry

(专辑： HARAM! - 2021)

Fuego, fuego

I get told to dumb down my raps all the time
What you know about MACs on the ride?
I beat the corn off the map, no lie
Shotting crack on crack consign
Go to war with the MAC on the ride
Clip extended, hoping you die
I see a man, that's an eye for an eye (Eye)
Shoot him down, boom, bye-bye
Let it go, bring him close to the sky (Uh)
I ain't afraid of death, no lie (No lie)
Would have thought I would never die (What?)
Aggy's sick with the stick, he's the guy (What?)
EPP extended the guy
Soon have to free most of the guys
Real niggas get back to the life (Trust)
Fake niggas be paying the price (Woo)
Pretend they road to the kwengers online (Woo)
Jail house gets fed up of lies
Freedom, freedom is a must
In the Lord, you know I trust
I want the game back, I'm feeling disgust
Ain't had sex in long, I'm bust
What you know about days on the bus? (What?)
Going court every day like I'm touring (Touring)
Listening to what the witness saw (I wanna hear that)
Description, never hit that door
I don't tolerate it, lad, they're snitches
I love the thumb 'cause the finger it itches
Touch the skin, got the ting taking pictures
Really 'bout this life, I really live it
NM, no manners with it
Blow bands, man, blow that spinach

Skrrt, skeet
Riding wit a bitch that hurt me
Bad juju, she curse me
Saucy bitch so flirty
RIP to the shooter, cried in the booth, shit hurt me
Four dark days in the hood, I lied, we killed that nigga, shit merky
You don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine, shit was thirsty
Pulling out sticks, hit that shit with that boom-boom, leave you with thirty
Uh, mob with guys, real hood ties
Star with the David's, cook up the pies
Rolling with the mandem, had to throw a tantrum
Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"
Woop-woop-woop, feds on my ass
Running from my past, pants fall off my ass
Used to fuck a bad bitch, little black singer with a whole lot of demons and some bodies from her past
I'm GoldLink
Fuck what you thought, now I'm what you think
Used to be canceled, now I just shake
Rapping like Wayne, Sorry 4 The Wait
Four five shots, dumping bodies in the lake
Hold up, ooh (Yeah)
Keep that tool
I don't follow rules
Break the rules
I don't give a fuck 'bout you
Break my fucking back on, uh

Back Pack's my bro, get with it
Stock sticks get hold up, innit?
And what you know about days on the lane?
F-I, move mad like Wayne
Old school Acre Lane campaign (What?)
Shootouts, but we ain't broad day
Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway
Bringing hella wax with me on the way (Trust)
Soon land, bring me back to the game
Monopoly's got me insane
Tryna make them deals off the 'caine
Overseas, got me living like I'm nice
But only for a week, then I'm back
On the streets where we sling that crack
Addiction bring the fiend to the trap
TT of raw is mad
Pebble down and bank that pack
I beat the case, they brang me back
Eleven year, that's mad, that's mad
Looked at the judge, smiled like I'm mad
My nigga Jibs, he rolling back to back
Don't think blacks will pet to back the wap
'Cause it's that and free my nigga Stacks
D-I, my co-defendant back

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