Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wildside , by - T.I.. Release date: 16.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Wildside |
| Smoking weed |
| Riding chrome |
| Only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| Swagging keys |
| Spraying K’s |
| Every day we getting paid |
| To walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood |
| And come spend a day in my trap |
| Get your paper right |
| If that yay some good |
| But just keep a tool in your lap |
| My lil patna holding that work |
| Nigga won’t wait we keep around back |
| Bet not violate on my turf |
| Nigga this the days you a die like that |
| (Hey, no) |
| Investigation no statements |
| No witnesses, we ain’t seen shit |
| Pull up after dark |
| With that jewelry on |
| To come see a bitch |
| That way he get it |
| We on dark road, with no street lights |
| That pistol play after fist fights |
| N’em geek monster walk all night |
| With they crack pipe trying to get right |
| Midnight we shoot dice |
| The whole house smell like cooked crack |
| You beat me, and you talk shit |
| You get shot bitch, and I took that |
| Hoodrats on deck, that loud as all I blow |
| This shit to you might sound wild |
| But this life is all I know |
| Smoking weed |
| Riding chrome |
| Only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| Swagging keys |
| Spraying K’s |
| Every day we getting paid |
| To walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| (Hey) |
| Can you picture me back in 93' |
| Bumpin' it out with Dre |
| While I hit some weed |
| Cut school, make ten G |
| Thirteen, trying to get ki |
| At fifteen, I was full-grown |
| Get wrong, get bust on |
| My uncle gave me a bunch of work |
| And that shit was gone by the next mornin' |
| You wild nigga runnin' with me |
| Homicide wasn’t nothin' to us |
| Dead body wasn’t nothin' to see |
| That pistol play was just fun to us |
| I was 19 with two felonies |
| One of my best friends have a life sentence |
| All my other friends, was just like me |
| Had a bunch of partnas no longer living |
| All about that cocaine dealing |
| And no education, no pot to piss in |
| Old school, on chrome wheel |
| Windows tinted, pistol hidden |
| That’s the shit that I come from |
| In my heart, fear ain’t none |
| Stand tall, I can’t run from |
| That wildside, that I smoke on |
| Smoking weed |
| Riding chrome |
| Only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| Swagging keys |
| Spraying K’s |
| Every day we getting paid |
| To walk on the wildside |
| Welcome to our lives |
| (Uh) |
| (Yeah) |
| All I ever did was pit on |
| All my old friends tryin' to get on |
| So they fell out, makin' dis songs |
| Never talk down when I get home |
| Ain’t the type of nigga you can shit on |
| Unexpose, brick chrome |
| Guard body, big bone |
| That’s hard body, Jim Jones |
| Nigga’s know the sound on how we switch on him |
| Finna wild out on a tip song |
| Better make a toast, nigga, tip home |
| First get the bread, then you get gone |
| From the land of the land where they spit chrome |
| With most kids never get to live long |
| If they pissed off, they get pissed on |
| Pistolwhipped and stripped, homie |
| Left for a minute and they switched on me |
| Caught them talking down, turnin' bitch on me |
| And they snitch on me |
| They got shit, on me |
| So my guess is death is what they wish, on me |
| So I’m Blowing on them candles, closed lids and dark eyes |
| Kuz hates never part time when you on that wild side |