Текст песни Wishing On a Star - NFG Duck

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FAH FAH!
Eh yeah yeah yeah
NFG the Gang
NFG the Mob
Ay, ay

Yeah
I been in that mode for real
I don't gotta pop no pills
220 on the dash
I smash the gas & make the tires squeal
Baby I'm a All-Star player
I don't get off the field
My Baby Bhad
Won't catch her outside this ain't Dr. Phil

Tryna get like Baby, I want quarter per occasion
Say I'm trappin out the Honda with my Z and my Jamaican
Reminiscing bout some bitches every time I'm on vacation
Singing "I will wait for you" but now I'm running out of patience
She a freaky bitch gon' bend her over
Serving moon rocks out the rover
If it's too slow Imma swap the motor
Fuck I look like pulling over?
Wockhardt in my cup
I like it dark just like I love my women
Smoking rapper weed this blunt hitting
Got my lungs sticky
Manny in the vette stomp the clutch
He put that shit in gear
Focused on a bag ain't put no music out in bout a year
Can't cry bout who done left me in the rain No I won't shed a tear
Really from the mud
Selling bud off of Belvedere

I've learned love is only weakness
Lust is bliss while it's unclear
I'm afraid my hearts in critical condition, It's severe
Touch some bread and turn to Chris angel watch me disappear
Say I'm wishing on a star I rap so hard it get me outta here

I need a trip to Turks and Caicos
Stacking just tryna lay low
Shorty she bad as fuck
And she do whatever I say so
Baddie from Tijuana
Consigamos unos pesos
Sliding 441 Chop in the backseat with a Draco
Killers stretch you like some Play-Doh
Spin his block like a tornado
His mom identified his body thinking "Where the fuck his face go?"
Never caught em so it's case closed
He play like he a angel give that fuck nigga wings and a halo
White boy wanna be down?
Okay, lets see how he could handle up
Tim went on a mission, got caught up now he ain't talkin tough
Got pipes like Whitney Houston
Sang his ass up out them fucking cuffs
Nigga I done told you he ain't cut
No he ain't one of us

Never Fold Guerrilla
No Fucks Given
Neva Fold Gang
You know what you owe me
Fuck half, I need the whole thang
Catch a triple 7, Beat his ass, and take his gold chain
Put a switch on back the grip
I let it rip he dance like soul train

Ol' bitch ass nigga
Ol' snitch ass nigga
Loose lip ass nigga gone get you zipped my nigga

Crash dummies get you hit my nigga

Ol bitch ass niggas