Wild Child

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Duvy - Rap, Toronto Rap

Wild Child

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[Intro] This shit off the top, man (Hey, CR!) But you already knew that Okay (Grrrt) [Chorus] Yeah, pocket rocket, I'll do what you wouldn't Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn't Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin' (The feds, feds) All of these links on me, can't link (Can't link) Yeah, I got all these links on me, can't link (Mhm, yeah-yeah) Hit block with my nigga, we tryna shoot where your hood is (Shoot where your hood is, yeah) I'm poppin' mad prescriptions, don't mind me, I'm trippin' My dawg tryna shoot, yeah, I'm tryna shoot, nigga, I'm with it (Yeah-yeah) Keeping it real Free my nigga, we was outside, outside was searchin' for kill [Verse 1] You changing, see that's how you feel (Mhm, yeah) I nеver played Madden, but nigga, I thought wе was stuck in the field (Mhm, yeah) Screamin', "Murder, she wrote", when we stickin' to code, yeah, my nigga, I code it When we running the streets, got one in the head, clip loaded She say I'm a wild child, shit, she lovin' the potion (She lovin' the potion) I'ma keep doing it, a nigga try do me, nigga, I'm through it (Nigga, I'm through it) Quit playin', I ain't one of them niggas you meant, I lose it (I lose it) All of this dog, like he at a vet (My dawg) Don't be crossin' the wrong, yeah, don't do it, we did 'em (We did 'em) Fifteen-hundred for most of my sneaks, and I'm walking on pavements where they left him (Mm-hm) Gotta move right, niggas dying with it (They dying with it) Don't be crossing that wrong, nah, don't do it (Mm-hm) Got my niggas they fighting somebody, so now we ain't fighting nobody (Grrt-grrt) [Chorus] Yeah, pocket rocket, I'll do what you wouldn't Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn't Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin' (Feds, feds) All of these links on me, can't link (Hell nah) Yeah, I got all these links on me, can't link (Mhm, yeah-yeah) Hit block with my nigga, we tryna shoot where your hood is (Yeah) I'm poppin' mad prescriptions, don't mind me, I'm trippin' My dawg tryna shoot, yeah, I'm tryna shoot, nigga, I'm with it (Yeah, yeah) Keeping it real Free my nigga, we was outside, outside was searching for kill (Grrt-grrt) [Verse 2] Ain't in the bible, I ain't tryna hit on nobody Like I slay, we sliding to find him (Tryna find him) Make the wrong move, flat and dry iron (Grrt-grrt) My nigga keep spinnin' they block They ain't outside, them niggas retired (Facts) I'm sick and tired of them fake niggas I'm rollin' up dead guys on spaceship (I faced it) Like I'm D Wade, I stay with heat (That fire) They all say they ride, is you really gon' ride for me? (Is you gon' ride?) I'm really in it, I just get this shit how I live Drank feeling, hope it never end How beautiful, I ain't never met you Drunk sex, you could keep it (Grrrt) (Them meds) [Chorus] Yeah, pocket rocket, I'll do what you wouldn't Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn't Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin' (The feds, feds) All of these links on me, can't link (Can't link) Yeah, I got all these links on me, can't link (Mhm, yeah-yeah) Hit block with my nigga, we tryna shoot where your hood is (Shoot where your hood is, yeah) I'm poppin' mad prescriptions, don't mind me, I'm trippin' My dawg tryna shoot, yeah, I'm tryna shoot, nigga, I'm with it (Yeah-yeah) Keeping it real Free my nigga, we was outside, outside was searchin' for kill

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  • Duvy