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tommy wright iii - fuck all y’all [missing lyrics] lyrics

[intro: dj squeeky]
welcome
to
the tommy wright show
willett kl!ck

[verse 1: the willett kl!ck]
been around for 22 years now i´m heading it to 23
n+ggas try to f+ck me in the game
i ain´t going g
so do watch my back
i pack a gat that´s loaded to extreme
n+ggas think i´m faking
why don´t you test me and see what i mean
cause it´s kinda hard when you [?] by the city streets
suckers don´t speak if you´re weak knowing talk is cheap
stay about your hustle if you´re real when you´re clocking green
shaking them bones shooting them tones breaking a b+tch with this scheme
busters in the game
let them hang like a f+cking rope
talking sh+t and make me switch into o.j. and cut your throat
b+tches on a mission don´t you journey through my neighborhood
f+cking for cash fl!cking your ass i´m known to whip a b+tch good
get on about your business if you like the f+cking life you life
f+cking with this pimpin i have you limping or you might get k!lled
so weak about the game when your brain is blown out on the curve
when the smoke clears i be standing here it will be just the word
out a n+ggas mouth when they are reminiscing over your ass
suckers in the picture don´t fall victim to the nine blast
if you think you are bigger than my trigger then you die hoe
stepping to your grave when you are sprayed to the f+cking floor
f+ck all y´all
[verse 2: [?] ]
`cause i´m that low down n+gga who approaches these busters nice
and like i care i show some love i [?] inside
to get you b+tches k!lled your family everybody dies
i know you´d do the same i´m living in a world of lies
don´t trust no motherf+ckers ´cause these suckers steady tray
i know the end is coming so i got´s to get away
away from all these suckers [?]
ain´t scared of death you step you meet this f+cking bullet bang
i choose the hobby robbing, slaying bodies in the mask
i feel the change the range the psychopath you b+tches feel the pain
i doubt the devil be a friend for me up in this world
so young [?] my mind all the suckers look like twelve
you hoes ain´t save remember what i said them b+tches reported the kidnapping
put the bodies in my closet
and now it starts to stank i hit the dank and now it´s time you b+tches die
feel the presence of that body walking through me when i´m high
f+ck you suckers f+ck you busters ´cause my trigger has no pull
the cl!ck i´m known for damaging leaving these b+tches full of slugs
f+ck all y´all

[verse 3: the willett kl!ck]
busters flodging dodging all my bullets
suckers running willetts´s gunning this ain´t funny about my money yes there´s a player coming
blasting b+tches taking riches dumping bodies of in ditches
whoop you bad with this thang now you need some f+cking stitches
taking mine breaking n+ggas off with this bl++dy glock
evil sh+t stays in my head
b+tch i know this [?]
catch up with your kind
tell this stupid sh+t to my nine
ratatata on your ass
now you f+cking made me cry
i ain´t got no love
steaming blood
keep the 6´2 height sawed off right between your eyes
d+mn right you die tonight
riding with some k!llers with the n+ggas ain´t take no sh+t
pumping out these [?]
so come into my world where hustlers, [?], hoes can´t stand a chance
if you want to step now watch a real n+gga blast that ass
keep the heat beside of me
[?] to my jealousy
suckers hate to see me ball
f+ck all y´all
[outro: tommy wright iii, [?] ]
what´s up n+gga
ey what´s up
sh+t f+cking with thangs
who is this?
one man gang tommy wright iii
ohh
you´re surprised ey? what´s up
ohh haha
i ain´t [?] them out
ey welcome back home
yeah back on the streets, ten wanted man to the world ey
can you, ah, i just got a little time, can you chronically [?] that uh went down? what yall doin?
some of my n+ggas in ten wanted men got k!lled in another shootout
these tommy haters accused that it was a g+ngb+ng or what the f+ck they´ve been talking about
on my last tape dead or alive we told the world
no bloods no crips no vice lords just pimps
so once again i got to get the record straight
the one man gang tommy wright iii nor ten wanted men along with members of street smart records
don´t belong in d+mn of these gangs
so quit believing in everything yall hear in these streets
and before i go [?], i want you to do me a favor
leave these tommy haters with something to think about
i´m gone
the best thing about business is minding your own
class dismissed

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