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mumble rap is good - wing night lyrics

[chorus: rick t]

wing night, alright (2x)
fortnite (i hate fortnite), black knight (i don’t play fortnite)
take a bite, goodnight (2x)
mmmm

[verse 1: ramsus]

eatin’ all the hottest sauces at wing night
wing night gon turn into a masive fight
m-ssive fight, i got a m-ssive appet-te
m-ssive appet-te for the hot ones sauce
mixed with the zombie apocalypse sauce (zombie)
they call me the sauce boss but i’ll toss (toss)
i you really tryna catch these hands (hands)
all these sauces cost a hundred bands (bands)
but we do this sh-t for the fans (fans), yeah
wing night, yeah, it’s alright
off white from my head to my toes (toes)
i only got nine toes though so i get no hoes (ew)
got no hoes when i pull up to wing night
but it’s alright, cause wing night’s for the boys
we causin’ h-lla noise at wing night
wing night, yeah, it’s aight

[chorus: rick t]

wing night, alright (2x)
fortnite (i hate fortnite), black knight (i don’t play fortnite)
take a bite, goodnight (2x)
mmmm

[verse 2: yung man 11]

wing night got the sauce, wing night got the sauce
pull up with the sauce drippin’ off (drip)
p-ss me the rock, nah p-ss me that sauce (sauce)
take the last dab cause i can’t take no loss (naw)
wing spicy like the beat shoutout linkfrost (shoutout linkfrost)
expired hot sauce from brazil (brazil), gotta get my fill (fill)
defcon sauce hittin’ harder than these pills (perc)
mixin’ all the sauces got me ill (yuck)
zombie apocolypse, last dab got me k!lled (ugh)
got like twenty bottles and we not talkin liquor
boutta be deceased from this six-sauce mxiture (yuh)
spice got me burnin’ wish it’d go away quicker (please)
can’t taste a thing and my vision starts to flicker (i’m dying)

[verse 3: wannabe20xx]

wing night, keep it hype, keep it right, keep it tight
put the sauce in your mouth, you don’t know the type
peep the scale til it goes all the way up
but we never stop, we just f-ckin’ drippin up
shoutout shawn evans, he the f-ckin’ reverend (uh)
he a livin’ legend, we gon blow the edge in
runnin’ from the chicks, man, they just want the d-ck (shut up, b-tch)
he a bald cutie he do not want that sh-t (yeah)
drippin sauce, get lost
getting crossed, act a boss (b-tch!)
we on the sh-t, and you can’t take away from dis
burning hot sauce, yeah, it’s drippin’ from my lip

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