Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolf, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Been Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Made-It Mafia
Song language: English
Wolf |
| I was raised up where them wolves at, slung dope where them killas hung |
| My auntie’s house was a dope house and I slung dope in my longjohns |
| My grandma seen me bust a plate, put 30 stacks on 4 squares |
| C Dub doin' 15, got out, doin' another 25 |
| Got the lean molly look in my eyes, got blood and sweat in my eyes |
| 5D, my phone i, makin' lots of money on my own time |
| Hard times inspired me, concrete, that lion turf |
| 45, my iron work, I’m a real nigga, that’s after birth |
| Astronaut, and that’s after Earth, Scientology, Tom and Kate |
| And I know I can whip a cake, and I seen niggas infiltrate |
| This fly shit they try to confiscate, as I sit back and I meditate |
| I’m top dog and I’m emperor, all dogs gon' go to heaven |
| Ridin' round with my mac-11, all these bitches swallowin' |
| Take a crew to the other side, bad bitch, she bisexual |
| A bad bitch with a bad bitch, gone off these Franklins |
| Gone off these Franklins, yeah gone off these Franklins |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I’m gone off these Franklins, gone off these Franklins |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| She gone off these Franklins, gone off these Franklins |
| Aye where the hook at, my nigga? |
| I used to cook up them cookies and I ain’t look back my nigga |
| It’s a crook in me, nigga |
| Lord I’m prayin' for my demons, MDA in my semen |
| I was talkin' to God the other day, swear I was leanin' |
| God forgive me, forgive me, Oh no I didn’t do it |
| But just go right in the booth, and spit my heart and my anger |
| My closest friends givin' up, man they feelin' like strangers |
| I got my whole crib plush, with guns like a ranger |
| You gotta take me on a high speed chase before you catch me |
| You either live, you either die, that’s the only way you’ll get me |
| Aww man, aww man, I should have stayed at Columbia High |
| It was times that I thought «What I’m thinkin', like why |
| I am who I am?» |
| and shit I can’t cry |
| I was built for this lifestyle, damn, honestly |
| From the gutter travelin' to another country |
| All kings need to be crowned, that’s my pedigree |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I’m gone off these Franklins, gone off these Franklins |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| I was raised up where them wolves at |
| She gone off these Franklins, gone off these Franklins |