Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wishmaster , by - Lil Ugly Mane. Release date: 10.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wishmaster |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Turn me up some, 665 plus one |
| I’m entitled to my money like a trust fund |
| Come up off the dubs, let me touch one |
| Drops on every corner like the way the city bus runs |
| You know that I’mma act a fool again and lick shots in unison |
| With crews of hooligans until you’re left with fewer friends |
| Catch me on the news, being interviewed, wearing your jewels |
| Saying «I saw it all, but I don’t know who the shooter is» |
| I revel in the infamy, Count made the symphony |
| You can’t fucks with it, then you really not a friend of me |
| Bullet hits your neck, travels all through your extremities |
| Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the remedy |
| But that’s the way it be on the block |
| Braveheart, stay sharp before you run out of clock |
| Cause there’s no halfsteppin', you’re either in or you’re not |
| And with the way the lips flap, you’re either kin or the cops, bitch |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| So what’s the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the black talon separates |
| The breeze like a whistle, shootin' flame out the Navi' window |
| Call the whip Zippo, Leave you crippled |
| We could do it in the park or after dark at the cribbo |
| Finesse invested, roll around in suits double-breasted |
| Whips foreign and domestic, bubble-butted shorty’s big-chested |
| Blessed on the mic majestic |
| I keep it so filthy that the mic septic |
| We can throw hands, golden gloves, I got the marvelous molly-whop |
| The way I lick shots, I call it double-barrelled lollipops |
| Ugly blow spots just like a molotov |
| And I’mma stay rich 'til the fuckin' coffin drops |
| Ay yo, I walk around with mostly large rifles for survival |
| Cause «death walks hand-in-hand with struggle», Stokely Carmichael |
| Bitch, give me my mothafuckin' money, bitch! |
| Don’t you wish you could be me, bitch? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Don’t you wish you could be me? |
| Yeah, Mista Thug Isolation |
| Don’t you wish you could be me punk? |
| Ho? |