| Picture a blind man that can’t see
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| Meanin' the beauty he’s supposed to see
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| God, it can’t be
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| I slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh make me shake
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| Look at the cakes I baked
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| Weed in my brain got me baptized
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| Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain’t sayin' shit rap wise
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| I’m so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
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| Khan lives forever man that’s my wishes
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| My wishes, a studio and ten swishers
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| Bruce Lee, 2Pac, and Jimmy Hendrix
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| Peter tosh still here to legalize it
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| With no police around to ever read they rights
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| It’s how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold
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| Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone
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| Wish I didn’t need a blunt in my mouth to blow
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| But I’m so far gone that’s how it go
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| Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac
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| They wanna hit the club and this is where the party’s at
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| Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth
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| My homie said he’s like a butcher cause he loves beef
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| …(?) and two doors on the cutty
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| I had to laugh at him, cause that’s my buddy
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| We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
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| I heard a lil' genie sayin «Take more wishes»
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| Wishin, why listen to a fool really give a fuck
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| Don’t interrupt you stupid (?), I lit the blunt
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| We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do
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| The game’s sheisty like a NFL replay booth
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| In your backpack party with all our throwbacks on
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| Suckas stare like they’re impressed, sayin «Oh my god»
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| There go the whole back wall
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| …(?) playin' to win
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| I’m in to win, I’m wishin but I couldn’t pretend
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| Shit, I side swipe you at the light just like a fender bender
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| There go your brain, with the game, so you don’t remember
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| I’m block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics
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| Colt 45 in my eyes, so …(?) hypnotic
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| The Glock nine, some use it like a samurai
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| Run for your lives, or picture bein' paralyzed
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| I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle
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| And when I’m gone, man you picture it on every channel
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| In grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt (?)
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| When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt
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| Excruciatin', no duplicatin' this fury
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| Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury
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| Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches
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| Man more weed, more G’s, man and club bitches
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| The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible
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| Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol
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| …(?), like Clorox make it fade
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| Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away
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| Sneak weed up in heaven with the switches
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| Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches
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| I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches
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| Man it ain’t suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes
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| These are my wishes, I got five wishes
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| Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Wishes , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Bullets, Blunts, n ah Big Bank Roll, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп