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pay as u go cartel - wickedest ting lyrics

[chorus]
me and my crew, we’re the wickedest ting
new talk on road, the wickedest ting
the weed that we smoke, the wickedest ting
gal dem know it’s, the wickedest ting
nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
big money man’ earn, the wickedest ting
them boys aren’t ready for, the wickedest ting
it’s no long ting, the wickedest ting

[verse 1: breeze]
first thing’s first
(experse) reverse
thinking that my tongue will make your eardrums burst (hah)
had a little problem and it needs to be nursed
and i’m panicking ’cause it’s getting worse (worse)
it’s my saliva that’ll harm the cross fader (ey yo)
one for the treble that’ll burn through the middle
and hooks you spike tight like a book minder (minder)
coming from the x-files h-friers
and it’s been going on for a while
running like snot but it sticks like honey (honey)
y’all think its funny
people think it’s worth a lot of money
so i give an sample to scully and mulder
gotta write it up in a little black folder
fbi wanna rub my shoulder
it’s over before it gets any colder
so i gotta say its over (uh-huh)

[verse 2: wiley]
everyday i’m gonna stay low like a shadow (shadow)
forget everybody now i’m going on narrow (uh-huh)
see me fly like a sparrow
sharp like an arrow
lyrics like mellow
make them boy parrow
and they wanna come pile with me
but i don’t wanna know (ey yo)
i ain’t been on road for six months i got an afro
now i gotta get a hair cane roll (cane roll)
you didn’t know we’re gonna hit em with the venomous flow
see me blaze
i’m cold on the streets of rage (uh-huh)
hit em up on the stage
just turn the page
i’m a money maker (huh)
ready for the dapper (what?)
me and my crew we’re gonna hit ’em with the slammer (hit ’em with the slammer)
gonna take it to the neck
better check out the lyrical vet (vet)
i’m a big mic man on the set (set)
when i get cold you better know i’m gonna
wreck the track
hurt the track
i’m hot on the track, yo (uh-huh)

[verse 3: flowdan]
them boys are to die (die)
ain’t on no long ting no lie (lie)
no more mr. nice guy
why? (why?)
because them of thought man was a nice man
so them come take liberty of a big man (man)
them never know man was a smart man (uh-huh)
couple grand, that makes you a dead man
one phone call we send for the hitman (send for the hitman)
people die and no names get mention
people get prang, flo dan too nang
drive by shooting in a transit bang, bang, bang
sounds of the gunning from my hand
it was all over and the fat lady sang
here another man with the mic in my hand (mic)
every stage show i ram (ram)
don’t give a d-mn
them boys aren’t ready for the big weed
big jaw
big boy this money man

[verse 4: breeze]
alcoholics makes me vomit
and i’m gonna insert and my whole crew’s on it
alaskan sess, afghanistan sess, aquaponic, skunk, white telesupersonic
keys in the bonnet, car’s looking new
air conditioning inside it too
so i smoke the weed til dem eye’s dem bleed
don’t think my luv is on twigs or seeds

[verse 5: wiley]
i’m the original ’cause i’m a lyrical g
they no they don’t wanna test ’cause they can never see me (come on)
i won’t do a thing if you pay the fee
when i get drawn i’m gonna buzz like a bee (ey yo)
gwarn them boy with a big lightning
it was a eight point six so it might been a dream (might be a dream)
what, my gun’s dirty time for a clean (what?)
and i keep the limit at about sixteen (uh-huh)

[verse 6: flowdan]
(haha) don’t ever bring war my way
i know you don’t wanna lose your life the same day
it’s not the long ting it’s not the lay lay (no lay)
somebody get bunned when flo dan start to spray
okay
bad one upon the riddim that we play
god knows that we write lyrics everyday
god knows that we eat food everyday
god knows that we smoke weed everyday
(smoke that)

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