Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wish I Knew, artist - XanmanDate of issue: 23.02.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wish I Knew |
| Huh, Hey shootbaby |
| (Hello? Xanman?) |
| I-I wish I knew that, you know what I’m sayin', I wish I knew a lot |
| Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk, Sparkheem) |
| Rifle got hair and triggers, I just bought her a wig |
| I love what she do when she get in that bed |
| Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead |
| Not a family guy, but my bitch look like Meg |
| Yeah, none of these niggas don’t shoot |
| I’m droppin' that shit off MW2 |
| If I get highed up, you can catch me off goop |
| This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot |
| I told you, if this bitch cheat, I’ma kill her |
| This bitch got a mind of it’s own like Matilda |
| Fuck I look like buying guns when I build 'em? |
| Hol', grab the Glock right there, I’ma leave him |
| Walk down with that Drac', it’s that season |
| Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I’m Ian |
| Put the F in the |
| feel like Fajita |
| Cut ties with a bitch like Kanye did Adidas |
| Yeah, I wish I knew that this Drac' 'bout to hit him |
| I wish you knew that I was talkin' to bitches |
| Twenty-five in the clip, it’s like Christmas |
| He tried to cross me but he ain’t Christian |
| I’m a fuck nigga, I’m not for GloRilla |
| I take all the shit like a picture |
| I poured a whole six in a pitcher |
| Functional drug addict, I’m addicted |
| Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin' |
| Give me that bitch number, I’ma hit her |
| Feelin' like |
| , nigga, I’m not a |
| Fuck nigga got Veneers, we knock out them dentures |
| Nigga, what’s up with all that tippin'? |
| Catch him down bad, he |
| None of these niggas not trappin' |
| Wipe the blood off my shirt with a Popeyes napkin |
| I ain’t totin' no ghost, this manufactured |
| Could’ve made a move with the .40, what happened? |
| Can’t believe what I made off a five dollar mattress |
| I been lookin' for blood like Morbius, Dracula |
| Got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender |
| I ain’t saving no bitch, this not Greys Anatomy |
| I pulled out the stick, he like rap battling |
| Too sharp with the gun, I could shoot out a cavity |
| My dawg still selling that Scooby like Daphne |
| Put three in his head like a triple-a battery |
| I wish you knew how I feel, no hope |
| Put his head on the fridge like a suicide note |
| That nigga not shootin', ain’t lettin' no stick go |
| Her head was so good that I came in like six strokes |
| Glock 7/11, get killed for a big gulp |
| Look up to Ted Bundy, they call me a sicko |
| Yeah, let’s see who spinnin' this shit like a disco |
| Let’s see who make niggas duck like limbo |
| High off that Fentanyl, done hit a lamppost |
| I wish these bitches had somethin' to stand for |
| I put a band on his head like Masenko |
| Bitch-ass nigga ain’t lettin' no Drac' go |