Lyrics:
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
I know that I'm toxic...
I'm toxic...
Shawty' want more like we ain't just go shopping
I tried to show emotion but you walk right by it
I don't got
show
Yo, I hit a right, dey hit a right
I hit da gas and leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
This is now so brilliant in ya system
Well pour me up yep
I need a big cup
Is we sipping by the ounce nigga yes sir
I ain't even trying to bounce
I'ma
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
the wild wild west
And yes we about that cash but you could sign us a check
Tricking bitches but getting that bag cause it's time to collect
Gotta rack of 20
From the west side
Best side of the windy city
Rico C, best rapper, he love titties
Grammy aspirations & want to snag him a billy
Niggas hate, he
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
the bitch is saved now
She's livin' in a snitch grave now
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
You know
Transition's over, targets no longer lower
In this squad of men, we've got place for no loser
2017, the league of the big managers
Zipped up, show them that you
Who's got the stuff that made
The Wild West wild?
Who pleases ev'ry woman, man and child?
Who does his best to give
The customers a thrill? Who?
night, slimes, yeah they lack
Big flash comin' out them Dracos
Boom boom-ka-ka-ka, yeah they wild wild west
Yeah, I pop a muhfuckin' pill
Big, big cup boy,
Say she hate how I ditch her but I got a big thing
So if karma's a bitch, how we got these big rings, yeah
Almost flunked out of school by the wayside
I
and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like
wild cats
You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga
Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?
We fittin' to go at they throats
to death in the wild west
I'm up next and I expect to take it by the balls and by the neck, it's right ahead
The final steps to take before a deal get's cut
price of corn in Tokyo
Wild west neighborhood
It's quick draw credit cards
The world turns but in my heart
I'm ridin' down the range like a
Good, good,
to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some
I'm fucking with coolie
Feel like a cowboy from the wild wild west
Tattoos all around her neck
I keep signing these big boy checks
They get mad when
to stop the process you know
Cover your chest I'll spray these through your thin vest
Feared like an outlaw from the East, getting stalked by Jim West
couldn't understand our way of life
It takes a certain savvy state of mind
The wild wild West had it's place in time
I'm mad I never even had
The chance
no where for you to sit down
Clown
Had to show you niggas how I
(Get down)
Getting rich now
Fuck that we gone get wild
It's gone get loud
Nigga we
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
[Kanye West] + (Ludacris + Shawnna)
Now, blaze that!
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (yeah)
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris +
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