travis thompson – wowski (freestyle friday vol. 1) lyrics
wowski (freestyle friday vol. 1) lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, heh, okay—
[verse]
this that motherf+ckin’ clear+the+room (man)
something’s finna happen, i’ma make it clear to you
i’m goin’ ninety+five and passin’ hydro plains and steerin’ through
a bunch of guppies movin’ funny; when they duck it, fear the truth
i’m goin’ public with my “f+ck y’all”; f+ck by how i come off
i was burnin’ cds, sellin’ candy from my lunch box
and tryna get this one shot, f+ckin’ up the fun, dawg
still [?] round the straps from watchin’ accidental gun +++++
who the f+ck you tryna stunt on? we the kids, the stuntman
folks who see the ring of fire, spark a blunt and jump in
and young, you get accustomed (yeah), happiness, dysfunction
[?] death from trips, they should have never took but f+ck it
wе just tryna see something (uh+huh), we just want a piecе of it (uh+huh)
we just want to ask questions before you get us suggested (uh+huh)
i just want chock with my cousin (uh+huh), said i’m stressed in my letter (uh+huh)
i’ma sent it like, “why the h+ll would i say that? make edits”
but with this sh+t, i got no hesitation (yeah) or reservation (yeah)
y’all be gassin’ surface+level, lame ’cause there’s some f+cking saviors
really, y’all can’t f+ckin’ say it; i keep the chain, tuck your faces
[?] the game, [?] way too long and we gon’ up the pace and
can’t even control my wrath, mix tequila, cognac (ha)
if my d+ck is in the building, then it need a throating sesh (ha+ha)
you can’t really hold a laugh (ha+ha), you don’t even know the past (yah)
if i’m ever actin’ broke, it’s ’cause i f+ckin’ own my racks (motherf+cker)
yeah, run it back like, “yeah, i own this sh+t” (uh+huh)
behind a hippie b+tch like stickers, i say, “[?] is” (ha+ha)
huh, yeah, we used to get the [?] lit (we did)
now i’m rooftop+drunk, curvin’ the chloe quit (bye+bye)
yeah, whatever city, state or coast and sh+t (whatever)
i’m the coldest in that b+tch and you gon’ know this sh+t (you gon’ die)
yeah, we smokin’ [?], you ain’t noticed it
but i know y’all have itchin’ necks, go ‘head and quote this sh+t
[chorus]
like wowski, allow me in [?], used to run a hit
[?] with that twenty+five thouski
now i just want mercy, for these demons all around me
i got demons all around me, i got demons all, yuh
like wowski, allow me in [?], used to run a hit
[?] with that twenty+five thouski
now i just want mercy, for these demons all around me
i got demons all, i got—
[outro]
[?]
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