| Ay ay
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| Where my redbull at?
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| Hol up
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| Hol up
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| Give me that shit
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| Give me that shit
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| Give me that shit
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| Give me that shit (wicked shit)
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| Keep it wicked
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| Keep it wicked
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| Give me that shit
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| Keep it wicked
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| I fucced a bitch from Compton (hah)
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| I flew that bitch to Austin (ooh)
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| I met a witch in Dallas had the bitch giving me crazy noggin (ooh)
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| In my designer coffin (hah)
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| I might design a coffin
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| You will not find me often
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| Hop out the sauce you get lost in
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| I am a rare concoctuion follow me look baby Ouija be saucin'
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| I got the hatchet each one in my hands and they swangin' like helicopters
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| Swingin' these bitches like choppas
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| I don’t even need the choppers
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| Ain’t no point calling the ambulance what is a dead body to a doctor
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| I filled the motherfuccin' club up with blood and done came in this bitch in
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| Galoshes
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| I got my big brother Marcy gon' knocc yo mo’fuccin' heads off in a moshpits
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| Hatchetmane hangin' off us
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| Haters lookin all nauseous
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| Bitches telling me I’m scrumptious succ a motherfuccas cautious
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| Google Translating foreign bitches want the wicked dicc in different countries
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| I don’t wan talk about nothing but money
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| I don’t wan talk about nothing but bloody
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| I don’t wan talk about nothing but muddy
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| Muddy
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| Xan in my lean like a buddy
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| Where I come from they be Zombies putting yo body in pile like a dummy
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| Dummy
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| White flag on my fuccin' wrist be hanging down like a mummy
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| The FBI say I’m gang bangin' cause I run with Inner City Posse
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| Still trashgang
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| Still Toof Gang and these handtats get dirty
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| Ouijamane 730
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| Braids hangin' purty what they want from me
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| Huh?
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| I thought I told you lil bitches
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| I’m bout my hundreds no fifties
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| Holes in a two-thousand dollar shirts
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| I’m putting rips in Givenchy
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| All of my partners so filthy
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| All of your partners be stingy
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| Rubbing your mittens together and wondering why you got you no bitches
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| Opposites attract so you gon' be drawn to anything but the bitches
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| You a rich little bitch and you gon' get everything but the riches
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| My shawty got hatchets she run up like «Give me that shit, Give me»
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| My posse beside me you got it in «Give me that shit, Give me»
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| My reflection on butcher knife telling me
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| (Keep it wicked, Keep it)
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| The voices inside of me ain’t giving a fucc bout no felony this what they
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| telling me
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| White boy came in this bitch killing em' turning your roster to Columbine quicc
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| Got your bitch all on my dick and she helping me putting the slugs in my clip
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| Still coming in with the sauce when you pussies got beef then I’m making it drip
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| Homie you ain’t with the shit
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| Shut your funky pussy lips
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| Pull you apart like a Backwood it look like a swisher the way it get split
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| Down the middle with a slit
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| I rub your brain like a clit
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| Told your bitch open her mouth
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| Had to ash my cigarette
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| The wicked shit is what you want
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| Wicked shit is what you get |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Galoshes , by - Ouija Macc. Song from the album Gutterwater, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп