Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wounds , by - Yung Mal. Release date: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wounds |
| Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Diamonds, they jump out the gym |
| Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em |
| She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim |
| Old school parked outside, big rims |
| Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs |
| These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em |
| I’m geeked on them Percocet pills |
| Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em |
| New Benz pass by like yoom |
| Get so high, think I’m close to the moon |
| I keep going up, balloon |
| I been through the war, you can see all these wounds |
| The stick shoot a hundred, it sweep like a broom |
| I done blew up, boom |
| Bitch, I got crack and it’s droppin' soon |
| So many hundreds, they fill up the room |
| Huh, talk to my brother in feds, he staying in tune |
| He say he proud I got rich off these tunes |
| 'Cause back in the day we was breakin' the rules |
| I know these niggas gon' hate so I stay with that tool |
| They prayin' I fall off, fool |
| They know I’m goin' all out 'bout the gang, the crew |
| All these hundreds on me, watch this shit get thumbed through |
| When that money get low, where you run to? |
| I go to work when I want to |
| Diamonds they hit, yeah, one-two |
| I got one one, two, three, four chains in this bitch goin' crazy |
| Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Diamonds, they jump out the gym |
| Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em |
| She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim |
| Old school parked outside, big rims |
| Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs |
| These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em |
| I’m geeked on them Percocet pills |
| Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em |
| New Benz pass by like yoom |
| Get so high, think I’m close to the moon |
| I keep going up, balloon |
| I been through the war, you can see all these wounds |
| I got on all my jewels |
| I spend a rack a month on all my shoes |
| My diamonds go crazy, they Looney Tunes |
| Real Fiji water, jumped out the pool |
| Young niggas with me, you know they gon' shoot |
| Got stripes in the hood, salute |
| With the same gang, we don’t recruit (Hell nah) |
| These niggas, they lame, can’t get in the loop |
| I ride in that coupe, it’s just me and Young Sue |
| I be hugging that sack, that’s my boo |
| And I love making love to that loot |
| All of these racks get blew |
| I bet I make it back in a few |
| Lil' niggas can’t do what I do |
| You’d be better just staying in school |
| Go to the show, act a fool |
| Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Diamonds, they jump out the gym |
| Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em |
| She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim |
| Old school parked outside, big rims |
| Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs |
| These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em |
| I’m geeked on them Percocet pills |
| Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em |
| New Benz pass by like yoom |
| Get so high, think I’m close to the moon |
| I keep going up, balloon |
| I been through the war, you can see all these wounds |