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cunninlynguists - w.c.g. lyrics

[intro]
she moved her chair up to the stage
her h-sselblad was on her knees
watch her eyes, she looks so happy
see her smile
oh i know it’s not for me
wheelchair groupie, oh, wheelchair groupie
she moved her chair up to the stage
her h-sselblad was on her knees
she moved her chair up to the stage
her h-sselblad was on her knees

[verse i: natti]
this is some true sh-t
you won’t ever believe it but you gon believe it
because i’m gonna paint it for you
the show’s packed like immigrants in project tenements
[? ] detect the remnants [?] for ligaments
i glance in the stage at my drunk, screamin’ folks
my eyes drop, but [?] 20 [?]
with a dame on top, with her name on the top
and she cruisin’ the underground with her game on c-ck
i’mma walk to her, talk to her cause i’m high and neg’lint
the thought of a paraplegic groupie is quite unsettlin’
but she made an -ss out of me and ‘umption
when she told me she broke three bones stage jumpin’
at her own show cause her own flow was quite the sh-t
i blazed her, she blazed me, we swapped and spit
and it gets greater later when the herbs in her lungs
i was [?], inebriated, with burns on my tongue
session burned, lesson learned, with resin on my thumbs
sometimes the future can have you in the present looking dumb

[hook]
she needs love
oh, oh, oh

[verse ii: deacon the villain]
fresh in my locs like cube in the early 90s
i step off stage, eyes set on this girlies’ hiney
i tap her on the shoulder, she turn around, smile growin’
told her she gonna be fine long as the nile flowin’
she said i like how you had the crowd glowin’, you be rippin’
while glarin’ at my sun shades, askin’ if they prescription
you blind? she asked freely like i get it lots
nah cause, baby, you got back
she like i love sir mix-a-lot, [?], heavy d, notorious b.i.g
i’d give up my kids for chances at porkin’ them pigs
d-mn that’s deep (crazy) told me i wasn’t her type, like
too much on me was right, i couldn’t put up a fight, ike
she was fine as tina, couldn’t turn her mind though
never seen such an ignorant fetish out a fine hoe
all i know: not enough scars for s-x
maybe i’ll give you a call after my next car wreck
she needs love

[hook]

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