W.O.B.S.

Album cover art for "W.O.B.S." by Sullivan King & Crichy Crich

Sullivan King & Crichy Crich - Pop

W.O.B.S.

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Lyrics

[Intro: Crichy Crich] Yeah It's Crichy Crich, biatch! [Verse 1: Crichy Crich] We 'bout to set this bitch on fire We be fucking up the club, going hard till I retire If he's standing in my way then I'mma hang him from a wire Soak his ass in gasoline and get to pulling out my lighter Motherfucker, this is mob shit music, all the people start to lose it And everybody doubting so I had to go and prove it Do I do it for the fame or do I do it for the music? I do it for the people who be fucking with the movement [Hook: Crichy Crich] Fuck all the fake shit, we go down as greatness Riot in the ballroom, crowd surf the waitress Make the place shake from the penthouse to the basement Breaking down the walls, yeah, we wild out and break shit [Verse 2: Crichy Crich] Blacked out drunk in my Chucks Try to pull me over, middle finger to the judge Ghostride, no shit, I'mma hit him with the knucks Knock his ass out 'cause we'll be cleaning up the blood Wake up, wake up, raise hell If they want you to snitch, don't tell All these fakes really want you to fail [?], leave 'em locked in a cell [Hook: Crichy Crich] Fuck all the fake shit, we go down as greatness Riot in the ballroom, crowd surf the waitress Make the place shake from the penthouse to the basement Breaking down the walls, yeah, we wild out and break shit

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  • Sullivan King