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sullivan king - w.o.b.s. lyrics

[intro: crichy crich]
yeah
it’s crichy crich, biatch!

[verse 1: crichy crich]
we ’bout to set this b-tch on fire
we be f-cking up the club, going hard till i retire
if he’s standing in my way then i’mma hang him from a wire
soak his -ss in gasoline and get to pulling out my lighter
motherf-cker, this is mob sh-t music, all the people start to lose it
and everybody doubting so i had to go and prove it
do i do it for the fame or do i do it for the music?
i do it for the people who be f-cking with the movement

[hook: crichy crich]
f-ck all the fake sh-t, we go down as greatness
riot in the ballroom, crowd surf the waitress
make the place shake from the penthouse to the bas-m-nt
breaking down the walls, yeah, we wild out and break sh-t

[verse 2: crichy crich]
blacked out drunk in my chucks
try to pull me over, middle finger to the judge
ghostride, no sh-t, i’mma hit him with the knucks
knock his -ss out ’cause we’ll be cleaning up the blood
wake up, wake up, raise h-ll
if they want you to snitch, don’t tell
all these fakes really want you to fail
[?], leave ’em locked in a cell

- sullivan king lyrics

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