Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wicked , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Past Cloaks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.01.2016
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Wicked |
| I’m tired of eating microwave pizza |
| And in my mind you know I’ve been psycho sleep, Jesus |
| Leave the ladies wet like a tidal wave beating them |
| I alone could ba-da-bing your whole team |
| Bitch, it ain’t over until the fat lady sing |
| And I don’t see any fat ladies on my team |
| It’s Nu Age niggas with the swagger that’s the meanest |
| Colder than the naked winter spent in Greenland |
| And yeah, I caught you red handed, better freeze it |
| You think you fly, I’ll shoot you down like geeses |
| Where that mean goose, in my dreams always lucid |
| It got the bitch and my two cents for no fucking reason |
| And I leave my words slurring like the seasons |
| End of days coming soon. |
| Check it, that’s my thesis |
| I ain’t trying to get messy like the grease is |
| So if you trying to dis me you better know I down-crease ya |
| Buddy |
| Niggas be trying to roast niggas… |
| Like bitch, my fucking shirt costs more than your whole outfit |
| What the fuck… |
| And like a size 12-gauge, you are basic |
| 12-gauge your face, hell raised the place, bitch |
| I bought some razor blades from a couple Asians |
| I’ll keep the Chinese methods to myself because they’re ancient |
| Flesh, scalpel poking and scrape shit |
| On bath salts like home-made your face and |
| Just go skate with Lucas and Jason |
| Bow down now, you’re looking at greatness |
| Waiting too long, getting a little impatient |
| All the slut muffins just treat him like a stray bitch |
| I’m pretty fresh and you can’t belittle my placement |
| Looking for some fucks to give, but don’t know where I placed them |
| Niggas hit this molly, faced towards them. |
| Stop with the gay shit |
| Tired of the bottom so to the top in a spaceship |
| Didn’t want him in so I put a crop in the gape in |
| The picture of the niggas that I be chilling all day with |
| 'Cuz niggas was being flawed as fuck |
| You feel me? |
| Nu Age bro |
| Shout out to Kush Cartel |
| Fresh to death so in my casket I be swagging it |
| Chilling in a place where bad bitches just attack my dick |
| Thoughts in my head, half of you can’t even imagine them |
| I’m working 24/7, so don’t ask where the passion is |
| And yeah, I’m eating grilled cheese playing Xbox |
| Chilling in some boxer briefs wearing red socks |
| I’m up in my own shit, you listen to bedrock |
| Bitches jerking off so I call them all hand-cocks |
| Words leave you in amazement like dead stock |
| Head to the sky, eyes closed with your hands locked |
| Spit fuego so we make a couple grands. |
| Nah |
| Lazy when we surface so we make glass with the sands hot |
| Farmer status, yes, Da Vinci had a brand of dogs |
| I had one before, but getting jiggy with a dinner fox |
| Hop she’s not as geezer smelling, fishy in her pants. |
| I’m |
| A wicked ass dude getting silly in the paradox |