Wili'n Wili'n

Axe wanna blow your face to the back of your head

thinking that you livin nigga but you are actually dead

your whole gaming like the whole new york steadys right

you got a gun you aim it right

you play these streets you play it tight

you r dirt all my life would make my niggas pray like whats the deal

with got no still

kill nigga off to mills

seein this rap it makes you ill

back soldiers fuck with crews

pass a heat some im big *****

beeing broke yea i know how it feels

cant even pay a dollar bill ask me bout you and mill

dont you just got my deal last stop and chill you whacked my dream.

got no skill make me just dissapear ****** shit this shit

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niga what what

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We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n,

We Wili'n Wili'n

born friday thirteen a minuite after a corner of a night

my class cracking high your ass is tight get ass a bomb

mash as make you bomb probably i got three more for you to see how far the fuck ill be

you too black too high off to lay a coca the only shine youll be givin is the shine of your eye

world is critical you read it to you do they *** you

you bueatiful they murdered you they *** you like niggas do

where iam from no lovage come from

niggas wana get dumb i got that

he wants his street harder

be my peace my smoking dancer

nigga wont roll this shit back

live got case is back

nigga

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shit every nigga is touchable K H one time life keeps buzzin you

lil shot is being *** too

say i signt up knew

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tracable i heard gun or two putting a nigga down make sure he wont come to

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We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n,

We Wili'n Wili'n

raise your heart to make your blood drop

Fuck the cops fuck the freestyle cant clock excuse my glock

fsnass like it or not

fredo star niga blaze yoursel feel me niggas they raise yourself

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nigga hit the deck *** around your neck

niggas r like do me a disrespect cant even walk your own projects shot your leg under pressure under stress my guns a test

shes in a club you runnin high know me got gun inside

shoot the five nigga no what level ** so much better born this hell *** dead end

fuck you gonna do bout that fifteen niggas be on your back, lai your ass to the ground so flat

niggas dont even know where you at

wilin wilin on a tag go four yours nigga ***

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We Wili'n Wili'n