Lyrics:
degrees from here to the West Coast
I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town
and we claim it
it's the wild west what we claiming
always stayin sucka free no under statement
we ride fo a cause and take you to the pavement
we
This song will change lives
Don't get caught by surprise
Stay in rotation
With circulation
Every location
My heart is racing
She's drop dead gorgeous
niggas break in, then niggas ain't breaking out
No proactive
Niggas getting active
These dudes all corny like Will Smith's classics
Wild Wild West like
that thing go bang ain't no gang man
This ain't no TV show stop watching gangland
Wild wild west is in motion bang bang
No will Smith Smith and Wesson
chest (Uh ah ah)
I keep it P you know me coming out the west (Ouuu Oouuuu ouu)
Coming in wild (Wild)
I got that wild style (Yeh)
Picture perfect pointers
in the first place; walked by myself onto that plane
Now I'm in the front row waiting for headlights.
Buck wild- soul like some moonshine.
Cold
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test, realize you're no contest
Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test, realize you're no contest
Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool
This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump
I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
Baby steig ein lass uns ganz weit weg
Akzeptiere keinen Neid Baby Wild Wild West
Will mit dir High sein mit offenem Verdeck durch die City by Night
mental averages given over an instrumental only a cattle would be the catalyst
Fake activists I will assassinate plane passengers for being passionless
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
I'll kill Will Smith and leave leave fresh prints at the crime scene and wait while you replay that twice
I'm so nice it's like I'm made by crnott's
Went
to track them down
They won't notice you're back in town
One by one they won't make a sound
As their bodies hit the ground
Riding your horse
Going west
that boy snapping I got him but fuck what he thinking
That money come in give fuck bout a mission
I am legend
Will Smith and wesson
This the Wild Wild
came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild West
Quick
vain, I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena,
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
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