Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild, artist - Redneck Souljers. Album song The River, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Redneck Souljers
Song language: English
Wild |
| Got the big subs knockin' |
| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m ridin' with my folks |
| Can’t give a fuck about the law |
| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Black 1500, 120 on the interstate |
| Subs underneath the seat the size of a dinner plate |
| 2500 watts, flip face, pushin' bass |
| Girl on my line, it get rotated like spinner bait |
| You can’t hold a plane, nah dog let me demonstrate |
| Trout, carp and bass ain’t the only thing that’s in our lake |
| Better act fast or your ass will be grass |
| Gettin' mowed over by a bulldozer, hit the gas |
| I’m lightin' up the trees like the ghost of Christmas past |
| It’s a Fatt Tarr, Mr. Alabaster Black |
| And I’m back like Dracula, flask in my hand |
| With some Tennessee legends, you a flash in the pan |
| All my hittas kamikazes like we crashed in Japan |
| We the Tiller Gang dangit, tippin' bottles, crackin' cans |
| Ain’t a chance that you’ll pass, just leave us the hell alone |
| Shotgun to the dome, ain’t talkin' 'bout blowin' dro |
| Got the big subs knockin' |
| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m ridin' with my folks |
| Can’t give a fuck about the law |
| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Well I’ve been on this hash all damn day (Damn) |
| I’m 'bout to spiral out like a staircase (Damn) |
| My boys all wonderin' why they starin' (Damn) |
| It’s probably 'cause our eyes lookin' buried |
| And we some super-villains feelin' like the baddest |
| And me and Pryor Beats are beatin' savage |
| We all blowin' cabbage |
| That homegrown make you phone home, it ain’t average |
| Tell them hatin' boys to kiss our asses |
| 'Cause they know Souljer’s flow |
| Gon' be lil' colder than we just hit it |
| My boys go loco, ain’t no bitches wit' me (Bitches wit' me) |
| Drinkin' on them back roads, ain’t no shitty city (Shitty City) |
| If you think I’m kiddin' then when you get wit' me |
| See that my house bound full of crazy maniacs |
| I’ve known them all since way back |
| All of us whippin' Dodge and Chevy |
| Never seen a damn Maybach |
| We was gone a minute then we came back |
| Now you can’t avoid us like a state tax |
| Non-believers need to pray fast |
| 'Bout to hit their asses in a face mask |
| Got the big subs knockin' |
| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m ridin' with my folks |
| Can’t give a fuck about the law |
| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| F-F-Fatt Tarr came up to me, said he wanted a beer (Beer) |
| I didn’t even hear him 'cause my mind was on a buck (Buck) |
| Realest in the game, I don’t even give a shit (Shit) |
| Gonna blow it big like Dolly Parton’s cheek bones (What?) |
| Hope up the club with some whiskey |
| All these girls around us gettin' really, really drunk (Drunk) |
| One of them spiked my drink and put me in a fright (Ah) |
| But now I’m good as gold and wow this beat is really wild |
| B-B-B-Back again with the Souljers |
| Got a 300 pound chick up on my fuckin' shoulders |
| It hurts that she hit me with her purse, pow |
| Made my headache worse, ow |
| Think I need the nurse to get me high like Captain Kirk, wow |
| Everybody get in my truck |
| Pedal to the medal 'til we get real stuck |
| I don’t give a fuck about whatchu gonna do about it? |
| And I ain’t afraid to shoot |
| Take my boot, take your ass |
| Stick it hard like a Tennessee bass |
| Outlaw with the Redneck Souljers 'bout to leap like Sassafras |
| Got the big subs knockin' |
| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m ridin' with my folks |
| Can’t give a fuck about the law |
| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys |
| Got the big subs knockin' |
| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m ridin' with my folks |
| Can’t give a fuck about the law |
| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up) |
| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up) |
| And I’m wild and with my boys |