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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler David Maline
Tyler David Maline
Songwriter
Raymond Reichenbach
Raymond Reichenbach
Songwriter
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Songwriter
Suzanne Vega
Suzanne Vega
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Producer
Trademark
Trademark
Producer
WhereTfIsRay
WhereTfIsRay
Producer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Damn, Trademark) Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah I'ma brick, baby boy, concrete, lil' nigga Yeah, I rap on all that shit, I'm still a street lil' nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) Got more shots than a gym, you wanna beef, lil' nigga? I'm who all the hoes like, they wanna be me nigga (hol' up, hol' up,) Diamonds look just like the static on the TV, nigga We ain't cuffin' hoes, I play her like a CD, nigga Pull up, eight contents, you can't see me, nigga Shot his ass, then he screamed, "Oh, ooh-wee", nigga If there's problems, we gon' solve 'em Got a lot of weapons for the drama Try to understand me, please don't judge me If you ain't ever seen a body Pull up with my Glock out If the opps out, I'ma rock out Fat mouth, turn a fat mouth to a shot mouth Dead man, he a dead man for what he said, man He seen me, I ain't seen him, he turned to the gingerbread man (Run, run, as fast you can) (You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man) All them niggas 'round you bitches, so how the fuck you gangsta? Niggas shot and hit the fences, so how the fuck you aimin'? Nigga ain't killed nobody, how the fuck you bangin'? All these niggas be cap, they not really like that Wrote that hoe when I was broke, now she wanna write back Want me to put it in her throat, want my tip to touch the back She wanna be my wicked witch, she keep askin' for my strap If there's problems, we gon' solve 'em Got a lot of weapons for the drama I'm talkin' 'bout them FNs, Glock 19s and SK Wicked wild man, somebody tell 'em stop, he on a rampage Batman, he always in the same color batman If we slide and you get hit but you don't die, you better act then If there's problems, we gon' solve 'em Got a lot of weapons for the drama Try to understand me, please don't judge me If you ain't ever seen a body Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (I'm wicked)
Writer(s): Suzanne Vega, Horace Walls, Tyler David Maline, Raymond Reichenbach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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