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ouija macc - future wicced lyrics

ay ouija
(right now, right now)
hol’ up huh
{devereaux}

[hook: ouija macc]
got the og’s bouncing in this motherfucca right now
feeling like the future of the wicced sh-t
feeling like the future of the wicced sh-t
feeling like the future of the wicced sh-t
to the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
gotcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now
looking like the future of the wicced sh-t
looking like the future of the wicced sh-t
looking like the future of the wicced sh-t
and my ex hoes who never saw potential – how you like me now?
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch

[verse 1: ouija macc]
foe fifs to ya lips blow a little kiss (mmwah)
long dicc but your b-tch don’t deserve the sh-t
no paint on my face ima murder sh-t
told violent j tell me what to hurt em’ with?
murderous, blood curdlin’, ripped cartilage, all of this for all of this blood on a b-tch
calling this the ballin’ this now, follow this, venomous, from h-ll i guess, rebellious
finally found my link (my link)
finally found my link (my link)
i finally found my link (ohh)
give a fucc what y’all think (hold up)
p-ssy meet ya maker then it take ya where ya gotta go
split ya noggan then i leave you smokin’ like an auto-mo
callin me on my name and i change this game and slice ya fucin’ clothes
he was sleeping on me now i’m poppin’ thats the way it goes (b-tch)
thats the way it goes (hah little b-tch, turn up)
point me to the people ima speak the evil
fucc who ever frontin’ on me tell em i don’t need them neither
homie crank the b-ss until it blow the m-th-fuccin speaker
straightjacket on me mane i’m feeling like i’m justin bieber
feel like miley cyrus
feel like miley cyrus
ima wrecking ball on anybody try us
you know where my knife is when its in your iris
every juggalo computer got me like a fuccin’ virus
dirty demon in designer i don’t need a stylist
put my baby in designer feeling like a stylist
bloodstain balmain got me feeling stylish
laugh when i see brain got me feeling childish
psychopathic in this b-tch we the fuccin’ wildest
got the fbi tryna profile us
got the atf tryna profile us
tell trump go and see a gynecologist
slaughter them, slaughter them, fake like collegian
cops can’t help you, no point calling them
all of them, all of them, must k!ll all of them
stone cold boomin’ out the tomb like (?) -boom boom-
buck buck buck shot at them
robbin’ them pop four more (?)
(?) like sh-t now its on again
die and perform the gathering as a hologram
finally found my link (my link)
finally found my link (my link)
i finally found my link (ohh)
give a fucc what y’all think (hold up)
you may never hear my music coming out the radio
cd’s, mp3’s for the juggalos
calling me on my name i change the game just like some fuccin’ clothes
he was sleeping on me now i’m poppin’ thats the way it goes

[hook]
got the og’s bouncing in this motherfucca right now
feeling like the future of the wicked sh-t
feeling like the future of the wicked sh-t
feeling like the future of the wicked sh-t
to the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
gotcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now
looking like the future of the wicked sh-t
looking like the future of the wicked sh-t
looking like the future of the wicked sh-t
and my ex hoes who never saw potential – how you like me now?
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch
betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
betcha feeling like a stupid b-tch

[verse 2: lyte]
(?) and i love it
alright til’ i fall dead til the blood drip
thug sh-t catch a slug quick
haters suck d-ck
(?) get the plug b-tch if ya drug sick
now bl–dy in the thug pit got the club lit
f-ck a stud ho!
won’t you let a jugga-lug hit
scrub clique got your whole team bugging but it don’t mean nothing
mean mugging something that you seen coming
murder for food and i’m serving these fools
and i’m k!lling this sh-t and you heard of me too
and i vertically shoot out the burgundy coupe
send them bust in your head you’ll need surgery (ughh)
so f-ck with my team and i might go batsh-t
we are the future of psychopathic
see why you mad brah look how i grabbed ya abracadabra like flow magic
back in the day never saw my potential
we in the game and you stuck on that bench hoe
slaughter them all and you still smell the stench though
bouncing in this motherf-cka wearing my trench coat

- ouija macc lyrics

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