Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WiLD4TheNight (EgoLand) , by - K-OS. Song from the album Can't Fly Without Gravity, in the genre ПопRelease date: 18.12.2015
Record label: Dine Alone
Song language: English
WiLD4TheNight (EgoLand) |
| West Coast, East Coast, this is illegal dose |
| East Coast, West Coast, the real legit cause |
| Blast off, whacko, field run, here we go yea |
| Got CCC with a bit of bell |
| Re-p-p-peat when I be the man |
| Backward three coupe when I’m in the |
| No cute chick think that I’m in a plus |
| That week coke coke when I’m in the bus |
| Got CCQ with coke with an over cue |
| But chika bobba bombin with us |
| Back with the info, it took you hook line sink her low |
| All these verses sound so slow |
| Rappers, let my people go |
| Hocus-pocus make it last |
| Rock emcees and I take the stash |
| Watch us face, innovate 'em, take 'em |
| Let’s move this fast |
| Crown watching, flopping, plotting |
| Hope raise in stocking |
| This game ain’t saying nothing, hip-hopping is Jeffrey Dahmer |
| So down Dummings, on dillage, no longer slumming |
| But I’ve been bombin' since Sunday mornin' ha |
| The coming |
| You thought that you would have it easy |
| You weren’t even supposed to see me |
| But now you’ve got me wild for the night |
| This thing is out of sight |
| It wasn’t even supposed to happen |
| You acted as you were assassin |
| So now you’ve got me wild for the night |
| This thing is out of sight |
| Damn it right |
| Yeah, what’s up, Toronto, I’m Johnny Depp |
| Like Tano, the avaricious man |
| Pass me the bottle so we can celebrate |
| This is my motto, that you too can get it like bono frats Soprano |
| A tenant that sing Mr. Cado like wall in the tenner lotto |
| You commercialize my style |
| Took it to down and you drove around a while |
| But now I want it back with some interest on the plow |
| Chicken bone me, chicken bone me, chicken went fowl |
| And did you know, when the verog on my style is vado |
| Kick 'em, pew the rag, took her back to the coupe |
| And I made a tag |
| Watch it boat, lemme make it back, my head so futuristic black |
| Coffee, soup, gotta oak it, gotta ok dokey it |
| Dope face, loap face, make it clap |
| Dr. Chang made a man so funkey, like I forget where it at |
| Back, woke track, d-track chack |
| Jack jack time’s runnin out, yo time’s runnin' out |