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lirik lagu ratking - wikispeaks

i gotcha eyes glued open
you got a eye itch, you wanna blink
what you think? that ain’t a wise pick
that’s why my friends only got like three guys left
and only got like three five cents
you wanna blow my head off? be my guest
breathe out my soul, i give you cold and you can see my breath
on some next sh-t, you should see my debt
take the train everyday it’s like a break from the pain
subway cars keep my heart at bay
single ride paid, they start to raise
i go under, i gotta tell you i ain’t got the change
i got a boy play ball, he go hard in the paint
i got another that write, he go hard with the paint
all this sh-t got me startin’ to deck, startin’ to drink
gulp, gulp, startin’ to stink
a drunk mutt, that’s my pedigree, it’s meant to be
hennessy’s the only thing that’s friendly to me
i’m straight new york, what a lot of y’all pretending to be
the cash will feel the cuts eventually
smoke the blunts consecutively
f-ck dogs disrespecting to me
explain the words so we can let it just be
yeah baby, let it just be
i let the evil enter my soul to get that legal tender
taking that tender illegal pooty, seeing splendor
too much into my mind, no time for jesus’ agenda
beating my d-ck’s the only way of beating my temper
i just leave it to pleasure to relieve all my pressure
i’m just a sh-tty toy, can’t put the pieces together
check, check, just a sh-tty toy

n-ggas gotta peep the way i speak
i hit my peak, hittin’ l’s ’til i sleep
sippin’ 40’s ’til shorties forget that wiki’s sweet
kicked out the crib, roam the city streets
think i’m pretty weak cause i’ve seen some sh-tty weeks
it’s about time wiki speaks
it’s about time wiki freaks

i’m just tryin’ to spit, can i, can i, can i?
d-mn i feel like jay-z in ’96
man i feel like odb in ’93
am i even an ’04 ye?
girlies ain’t my forte’s in 40’s for days
all day find me walkin’ down broadway
broads hate on my broad ways
everything i do they call fake
everything i do don’t they call fate
pause, wait, chill
me, myself, and i go in on everything that the god makes
but god’s fake, i gotta say
i caught a break
if h-ll was real, i’d be on my way
i don’t bag b-tches, i drag b-tches and bag critics
tire mark and then spit it
smack any pin head that give me a d-mn ticket
get it?
see wrecks in every c section’s c section
any b-tch that seems pregnant
just a teen getting
some sh-t out his head and
some sh-t out his chest
and his face, ugh, pop pimples
clumsy kid, drop cymbals
drop symbols every time i got a pencil
every time i rock simple, sling shot’s to cops’ temple
cop temple’s off the devil
sold my soul, at least i’ve still got the mental

manhattan
africans’ with gucci, coofie’s matchin’
truly rappin’ to ruggishly bootie’s giuli’s baggin’
clean up the city? need to clean up wiki’s act then
clean up wiki’s -ss and i’ll let then you catch him
that sh-t ain’t hapennin’, nah
motherf-cker do you realize what a craftin’…f-ck it
m-ssacre the public, ain’t a master of the subject
but i go in hard though, i ain’t flashin’ when i’m f-ckin’
raw, i ain’t maskin’ up the munchkin
msg carmello, now we dappin’ when he dunkin’
msg, that’s the sh-t that they package in my dumplings
said i’m stuck in new york, stuck rappin’ in a dungeon
well i’m really lovin’ all the action in this dungeon
ain’t leavin’ ’til i’m runnin’ every faction of this dungeon
five boroughs my boroughs, laughin’ at -ssumptions
feel like four or five ’bout to get -ssed out in corruption
gettin’ paid, but can’t get me nothin’ except to get my nut in
there ain’t no way in h-ll that a paper can get me blunted
keep budgin’, keep pushin’
pencils and pennies down under my cushion, while n-ggas keep lookin’
over my head, they sure ain’t heard the sh-t that i said
i go to bed thinkin’ about the sh-t that i dread
wake up sticky, at least i didn’t sh-t in my bed
wiki speaks though wiki sleeps, i flipped it instead

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