paroles de chanson Wise Guy - Dutchavelli

Wise guy like Sammy Sosa
I ain′t lookin' for no employment, I didn′t get no diploma
I'm in the trap with Yoda, bicarb a little ammonia (little ammonia)
In court I was doing us war 'til 12 came through and locked the bro′s up (woo)
Free them, CBiz like 10 years older than me
What a fucking joker
Slide ′round with the super soaker
Duck down, you might get soaked up
I don't know waht you put in your spliff
Let′s just pray it ain't Coca (pray it ain′t Coca)
Last time that we met in the club had you on the ropes like Adrien Broner (pussy)

I-I-I ain't leaving the maggie like Homer (don′t)
Slide 'round in the bruck Toyota, make the ting pop like Cola
Last time that we met in real life, man you had a different persona
Big ting still kickin' like Sterling
I ain′t firing a little Revolver (yeah, grr)

This game is mine, look what I did for the culture? (See)
Paigons say that I blew too quick, they think I′m workin' over, yeah
I ain′t playin' no games like PlayStation
See me I′m a frontline soldier
I do a murder one and dip, I heard I can't get nicked un Angola
I pull your card you prick, you can′t take me for no rookie
It's Dutch, from the 5th I swing my right arm get jookie

Don't know what they told you in fields
But ′round here I′m a TopBoy like Sully (Top 5, Top 5)
Bought two new waps make both of them go 'round there man Joovie (Bow)
Yo, whuss goodie? Get dropped when I put on my hoodie
I′m known to bully the bully, Velli I get active fully (get active fully)

I load up, and roll up, like a bloodclart zoobie
My ting from east came through so I gave her the bloodclart woody
B-B-Breaking news, you don't mention me in your blogs
You might not pop up and make your moves
The judge tried fuck up a plate of food
They wanna write me off like I′m Jesus-
I can't care ′bout these popped down eediats
Big clip firing 32 (grrrr)

I'm, I'm richer than all these yutes (facts)
Drop ten niggas, spin back through, no way could we call it truce (no)
It was all cool last week, they did this all for views (urg)
I-I get the drop, it′s peak, fling on my shirt and my bloodclart shoes (yeah)
Get round there when we get round there it′s gonna be a mad ting
Drive around H Town with Geezy 'member when we went halves on the hand ting
Still pushing with these neeks
Same way, no way all the pressure in the mandem′ll pull up with the Saturn on silent
And it's Dutch from the 5th straight out of Clapton

Used to be this skinny little nigga with a accent
Now I got the Louis rucksack, with the racks in
Fly around Europe, tryna evade taxes
Racks in the bank, got racks in the matches
Might get dome shot, tryna get access
I′on think they don't know nothin′ bout badness
I was in Dam, I was in Paris, 'cognito slide up in a Yaris
Jump out, shots firing rapid
I got nine more shots from the cannon, get down
Or lay down, cah I'm tryna put down anyone standing (Velli)