Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wish You Could, artist - Rittz. Album song Next to Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Wish You Could |
North side shit, you can find me out on beaver ruin |
Up inside a Cutlass or a Buick |
Instead of hating on it just salute it |
Don’t my car better than what else are you in |
The police pulled me over, I was cooling |
Tried to say that I was under the influence |
Well I was on the brew and on a pill |
Said I got a script, tell em I don’t distribute it |
I got a plan, it’s time to execute it |
A while ago while i was going through it |
Now I’m looking like I’m MJ |
Dunking on a bunch of Patrick Ewings, like like you and |
Your money grow a ton, your ho be chewing |
But fuck em, I ain’t into rescuing, but you can |
I’m smoking on that Cali when I flew in |
Bought a 77 you know I’m bout to go tattoo it |
My group be kicking it on Steve Reynolds road |
You want to holler, meet me at the Dollar General |
I’m with a Slum bitch by the name of Vindigo |
She know to twerk it like she working on the stripper pole |
A playmate face, body like a centerfold |
I get her hooked, leave her squirming on my fishing pole |
I get a stack of Benjamins up in the envelope |
It’s time to let em know it’s 7−7-0, cause I… |
Started in the A, now it’s nation wide |
All around the world I be getting love |
Look at how I do it, I ain’t got to try |
So fly, man it’s in my blood |
And I’m sitting straight |
I’m living good |
Want to hate on me, I wish you would |
I’m sitting straight |
I’m living good |
Getting money that you wish that you could |
I put my foot in a brand new pair of Js |
Everywhere we go, people stare at us |
I was born to be a star, I ain’t got to try |
I’m so fly, man it’s in my blood |
And I’m sitting straight |
I’m living good |
Want to hate on me, I wish you would |
I’m sitting straight |
I’m living good |
Getting money that you wish that you could |
You know I party every day like it’s the weekend |
We was getting drunk at 3pm |
Eyes leaning like I’m a Korean |
Drinking Jameson, it’s got me feeling European |
These bitches showing titties on my DM |
Chiefing Colorado with my G-Pen |
Haters, they don’t really want no beef, nah |
He’ll turn a hater to a vegan, now beat it |
Now beat them up and leave them on the cement |
Swimming in the money, stick your feet in |
My tour manager now my GM |
He be standing on the bitches at the lobby in the Sleep-Inn |
And we ain’t even peek, this a prelim' |
My life is like a movie you can see it, so peep it |
I’m leaning in my colors, playing who’s that creeping in your window |
In a ski mask, these motherfuckers sleeping |
I be representing for the north side of Atlanta |
I stand out in a crowd so they start pulling out their camera |
Bout to speed it up, I slow it down so there ain’t no misunderstanding |
That I’m bout to blow, when I drove minimum |
Area, you know they disappearing, them dope |
And they know I |
You know I got internet trippin' on my new release |
Killing the industry like I went on a shooting spree |
My pockets finally growing up, they went through puberty |
I spent a couple hundred dollars on my shoes at least |
I got your boo stripping, coming out of Gucci jeans |
Some more weed and a bottle of booze to drink |
And baby blue '82 Caprice, if you cool I’mma take it down a few degrees |
And you know I |