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wakko the kidd - death wish lyrics

[intro]
devereaux the airhead on the beat

[chorus: krizz kaliko]
ay, think he got him a death wish
’cause i popped in the clip and i’m cl!ckin’ it
they was just , i was just flexin’
i just hopped on the phone with your baby mama
she was tired of just textin’
i’m a wacko then wakko was smokin’ my tobacco
way he was stressin’
you got weapons, i got weapons
walk on the [?] step (ay, ay, [?] step)
walk on the [?] step (whoa, whoa, [?] step)
walk on the [?] steppin’ (ay, ay, [?] step)
made the news at eleven

[verse 1: wakko the kidd]
yeah, you could end up on the news
all they ever found was your shoes
missing out the blue, never had a clue
gotta pay your dues, follow all the rules
you could walk up let’s see it who’s steppin’
wakko the kidd with a group of fellons
send your crew to heaven, gotta choose a weapon
crooked preacher k!ller gotta shoot the reverend
i keep them guns blazin’ like the alamo
got an infatuation with the calico
salivatin’ like a cannibal
face it, i graduated from [?]
i got ’em g’s on me like i’m dapper dan
on my neck, iced+out hatchet man
i’m beatin’ sh+t up like i’m piccolo
west coast low riders, we the liquor stores
i could take you to dinner and f+ck after
but i’d much rather [?]
make the blood splatter on the gall bladder
police follow the pattern, it don’t really matter
came from sleeping on them air beds
made a million dollars off of airheadz
suicide diamonds on my left wrist
f+cking with me, think he got him a death wish
[chorus: krizz kaliko]
ay, think he got him a death wish
’cause i popped in the clip and i’m cl!ckin’ it
they was just , i was just flexin’
i just hopped on the phone with your baby mama
she was tired of just textin’
i’m a wacko then wakko was smokin’ my tobacco
way he was stressin’
you got weapons, i got weapons
walk on the [?] step (ay, ay, [?] step)
walk on the [?] step (whoa, whoa, [?] step)
walk on the [?] steppin’ (ay, ay, [?] step)
made the news at eleven

[verse 2: sh+ggy 2 dope]
maybe? just maybe you wanna think twice
and don’t f+ck around
crazy? it’s crazy you thinkin’ i’m nice
your body not found
i’m puttin’ these sub motherf+ckers on ice
then underground
on your knees, frantically praying to christ
now how that sound?
you sound like a b+tch, you act like a b+tch
you smell like a b+tch, ’cause b+tch you a b+tch
i’m [?] all up in this b+tch
and guess what, b+tch, i got a death wish
you’ll f+ck off my block, your eye just got clocked
your chin just got socked, your head just got rocked
your main b+tch got [?]
i made your ass watch while tied up in shock
my violence ain’t got a ceiling
i don’t f+ck a f+ck about your feelings
no [?] flatline no healing
once i smoke [?] swear to god it’s no chilling
so maybe? just maybe you look at the floor
and don’t look up
crazy? i don’t ever make eye contact well
so now your head bust
[chorus: krizz kaliko]
ay, think he got him a death wish
’cause i popped in the clip and i’m cl!ckin’ it
they was just , i was just flexin’
i just hopped on the phone with your baby mama
she was tired of just textin’
i’m a wacko then wakko was smokin’ my tobacco
way he was stressin’
you got weapons, i got weapons
walk on the [?] step (ay, ay, [?] step)
walk on the [?] step (whoa, whoa, [?] step)
walk on the [?] steppin’ (ay, ay, [?] step)
make the news out of left ([?])

- wakko the kidd lyrics

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