Текст песни Welcome to the Wild - SL

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Nigga welcome to the wild
Selhurst Road where the goons be
Top of the road we catch them clowns
Sweet one tell her come right now
But she wanna tell me bout upsa bout upsa tell her come down town
Fat, pack in the trunk it's kickin'
Prolific they wouldn't smell a man out
No, way could you tell me bout'
Drought, home, pree I got the maddest of loud
2-2's zeng on the twee damn twiss up
Best fix up or you'll get em' put down
But true say the plug play games sometimes got me feelin' foolish
Got me waitin' for time but that ain't
A drought my darg that's a minor shortage
My nigga ain't you feelin' awkward,
The plug threw you the pack and I caught it
Now I'm sittin' in my gaff hella ammi on
My lap and it's waitin' to get transported
Get the amm with the flave's cah I love it,
Same way I get the akhi with the salt fish
They don't make no bread they're bluffin'
They're in the bedroom tryna get it all in
Done it all on my ones no help bro put em
In the young g's but it was the wrong call
Try dash them the pack,
Yeah I try dash them the pack but them boy playin' dodge ball
Other side stay steady with the long
Tool niggas on S so I step with caution
She suckin' it off and she [?
] Man I really wish I never have daughters
Vacant strip got me doin' up camp in the opp boy waters
Got me feelin' like a rasclart tortoise
I would've banged that mash oh gosh them boy there fortunate

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She said she don't trust me cah I might crush her heart
Darlin' move out my way I'm tryna' crush my bud
Here she goes like it's too late to tell her don't start
She asked me if I like her hair I told her that I like my funds
Cah nigga I was brought up on that Selhurst
Block kickin' ball with Dennis in a Tottenham top
Circle get smaller and smaller you
Know how it goes, nah I don't trust a lot
Like I had my man saw him,
And they didn't do shit, like that's another one gone
That done him I don't know if he sees that
Don and don't drop that don oh gosh oh gosh

Yeah the pack came in, but it ain't shit I do my job
En route to the wickedest bitch, and she roll with the wickedest flock
Man I know she a thot, bro tellin' me time will tell
Got me sittin' back like tick tock

Don't ask how I slapped your bitch no rubbers
How you eat that apple pie with no custard
Bros on the opp block do as he say so
If not, then he's fuckin' up your function
Not long ago we were playin with play-doh
Now these big-packs come real pungent
I don't know what games you're playin'
Cop-block clown I call obstruction
Big toys that are drillin' mans brain bro
Nah b we don't take instructions
I can't be tryna' have a fiddle in the middle
While it was me I be gettin' interruptions
Like when it's you you were never interrupted
She got booty full of corruption
Shit, I don't mind I'm corrupted