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wink loc - circa 97 lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh

[verse 1]
still thinkin’ ’bout the times i let it slide
why? i’m a demon but i’m lookin’ on the other side
barrelling my face, i’m askin’ god (i’m askin’ god)
why? will i die or he’ll let it slide (let it slide)
passion in my eyes i can smell his fear (smell his fear)
time is movin’ slow but i can see it clear (see it clear)
i should have clipped this b+tch ass when i caught him slippin’ (caught him slippin’)
but his daughter saved his life, i had to ‘bort the mission (had to ‘bort the mission)
the wheels done turned, who the victim now (victim now)
one false move, he gon’ have to gun me down (gun me down)
ain’t afraid to die, all i see is mama’s eyes (mama’s eyes)
for the sad in my hood, i’ma die for pride (die for pride)
you be see to the death of me, sendin’ mixed messages
if i die today, just know i’ma die a legend (die a legend)
allegedly i’m the greatest (i’m the greatest), and n+++as tryna fade us (and n+++as tryna fade us)

[chorus]
still thinkin’ ’bout the times i let it slide
why? i’m a demon but i’m lookin’ on the other side
barrelling my face, i’m askin’ god
why? will i die or he’ll let it slide (let it slide)
allegedly i’m the greatest (i’m the greatest), and n+++as tryna fade us (and n+++as tryna fade us)
allegedly i’m the greatest (i’m the greatest), and n+++as tryna fade us (and n+++as tryna fade us)
[verse 2]
time slow down, ain’t no words exchanged
images, they flood my brain thinkin’ of my grade
thinkin’ of tomorrow, why? ’cause it’s too late
blood, angry said i shot his auntie yesterday
i’ma stone+cold villain, committed to blood+spillin’
my trigger finger been itchin’, replacin’ love with k!llin’
outweighin’ statistics, wickin’ on these missions
wicked prepositions (preposition)
wickin’ on these b+tches, wickin’ no intention
maybe i should bluff or run real fast
well, he gon’ chase me down, slugs in my back
p+ssed off, caught lackin’ when this sh+ts on
chino red his mouth, done, took the pigs off
i’m just+ tryna fill a stash sheet (fill a stash sheet)
pitchforks and big c’s if you ask me
i’m from the era of three questions and askin’
get ’em wrong and ya sep, we get to smashin’ (we get to smashin’)

- wink loc lyrics

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