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roc marciano - wiked days lyrics

[refrain: trent truce]
preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, preachers pray
no angels can stop all of them bullets, yeah

[hook: trent truce]
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked

[verse: roc marciano]
catch you reclining on your couch sucker
bullets flying through your house structure
fate taken, your white blouse rupture
my product come with gunpowder on the album cover
they couldn’t have snuck it in through customs
i’m hustling to your customers
the cullinan coconut custard
you broke muhf+ckers
i’m blowing your cover, you ain’t low, you just a frontrunner
if rapping still wasn’t fun i’d be done with it
i’m dumb with it not dimwitted
we shot it out with n+ggas for twenty minutes
they figure we celebrating independence
the chain came with the pendent
it was written that one day i’d obtain riches (what else)
change the business (did it)
it came late but i ain’t tripping
i’m dripping
i’m wearing water this is liquid
i’m rocking lizard
the skin on the kicks is hillary clinton
the a mcqueens is queen elizabeth
the denim was smelling like teen spirit
that means it’s cheba scented
is he dominic
i’m so nice on the mic it’s working against me
it still couldn’t prevent me from leaving sh+lls up in givenchy empty
the white bentley is christie brinkley
i’m in love with the benjis, i’m getting clingy
maybe i’m being stingy
i went platinum on the rollie, the aps is trendy
we got the industry in a frenzy
the mp glide through the city like a frisbee
these feel like scenes written by guy ritchie
fired the bl!cky
the op dropped a bottle of whisky
i was watching through binoculars, shot the p+ssy
i feel like james bond in octop+ssy
[hook: trent truce]
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked
wicked days
wicked days
wicked

- roc marciano lyrics

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