Michael Aristotle - Wolfy Lyrics

Lyrics Wolfy - Michael Aristotle



Came from the other side of the tracks
I'm from the bottom of the map
Zone 6 nigga so dope
Feds got the phone wiretapped
My girl is a meal
She keep her lip seasled
East Chain is the frat
My lemon pepper is flat
My crib was a trap
My whip had a flat
My business is black
My vision in tact
I'm tripping, in fact
They running they mouth
I'm running a lap
The hat over eyes
Your vision is cap
I'm dropping dick on the world
And I do not see myself lifting my sack
South Dekalb got the baps
I love to tell em' to make that shit bounce
Flacko really got a ounce
Last night my menu
Had shit i really can't pronounce
"You ain't got no fucking mikey nigga"
How you not up on em'
And Yo' beat ain't a beat till' he hop up on em
And they thinking you pop
Till' you pop up on em'
Got the drop up on em'
Man that's why i
Sit on a cloud
Breaking it down
Rolling the dope
No taking my crown
You fake and it shows
My name in the crowds
You sending it up
We taking it down
Bitch I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
Bitch I handle my bidness
Bitch call me Big Papa
I done struggled
I'ma product
Seen silk up at Onyx
Made them ones Disappear
Like tada
I just, treat the pussy like, peach cobbler
Homie keep a light saber
Big Luke i'm yo' father
Mmm
I was up at city view jus waxing the dishes
In the pit - talking to god
Prayin' he grant all my wishes
Now these blessings fall like leaves
And i'm not raking dem bitches
And my dick getting massaged
Cause my patience consistent
She throwing that ass
Soft Service
She gave it to me because I deserve it
Where was you at when my car needed service
All of a sudden my messages urgent
Niggas like me I swear you was allergic
Bitches to me is a time interference
No family cooking, Just take out from Churchs
Ashy to Classy a nigga converting
Sit on a cloud
Breaking it down
Rolling the dope
No taking my crown
You fake and it shows
My name in the crowds
You sending it up
We taking it down
Bitch I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
I handle my bidness
Bitch I handle my bidness



Writer(s): Quintin Talbert


Michael Aristotle - Almost There
Album Almost There
date of release
11-03-2020




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