Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wildin' Out FR, artist - Retch. Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wildin' Out FR |
| 19, was in the club, I was servin' in the VIP |
| Parked up in front the church, caught the service from the whip |
| Shit, was gettin' closer to the Lord from out the foreign |
| Huh, I might be tourin', but I got through joints for the Jordan |
| 6 rings all VV, the bitches from the TV, they be right here, nigga, 3D |
| Know that was your homie, but we had to knock your man off |
| And applause made the song, we done been went and ran off |
| Had work inside the roof and we had pistols in the Jansport |
| Bitches sendin' pictures, I just send 'em to the airport |
| Hey, baby, send that pussy through the air for me |
| The way she slurp me up be feelin' like she care for me |
| Ha, but I know better, most these bitches for the temporary |
| We love a thottie? |
| That’ll be the month of Nevruary |
| Cartier, I heard you say that boy a visionary |
| If it was love, then why I never get a visit, Bailey |
| Live, tote them trizzys, it had really hit me |
| It be the niggas in your pictures tryna put you 6 feet |
| Take 'em back to the days trappin' off the 6 speed |
| I might go Diddy on the Jack like, nigga, what the lick read |
| Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha |
| Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again |
| And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal |
| Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em |
| And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha |
| 'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit |
| And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros |
| The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again |
| Most my enemies be niggas I ain’t never heard of |
| I only bought this bitch a purse so I could tuck the burner |
| He got us talkin' like what they like do not concern us |
| I buy your murders the same way I buy a burger |
| Bunch of far rice, festival was on you niggas |
| I let you know right in your face if I don’t rock with niggas |
| I done had the tré shots that had to box with niggas |
| I used to have a lot of friends, I had to drop some niggas |
| They ain’t gon' tell you, but the truth’s I did a lot for niggas |
| Knife in my back, you sure don’t pat is what I got from niggas |
| I’m pussy divin' with the nigga that done shot them niggas |
| The pussy fire but I love it when she top a nigga |
| Audi R8, bustin' down some posse niggas |
| You can get cut like Jimmy Brooks, we Jimmy Hoffin' niggas |
| Phone so poppin' that I dead be sendin' «stops» to niggas |
| I knew your mother back when she used to cop it, nigga |
| Be with niggas wildin' out for real though, ha |
| Shootin' at the innocent then talk to God and sin again |
| And we be kickin' shit up like a field goal |
| Get intimate with women friends, we tryna fuck your friend and 'em |
| And I ain’t tryna fuck none of these weirdos, ha |
| 'Cause we be on some different shit, my shooters on some pimpin' shit |
| And I been sippin' codeine by my dead bros |
| The times I’ll never get again, I down a cup to feel again |