Paroles de la chanson Wolverine par Freddie Gibbs

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Paroles de la chanson Wolverine par Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, with this guillotine
Yeah, uh, yeah
Instinct leads me to another flow
Yeah (Another ho), bitch (Yeah)

Slammin', dollar sign G's like Vito Genovese (Yeah)
Devil's in position, they itchin', wishin' to get a piece (Yeah)
Rap wolverine, I proceed to survive the murder scene (Yeah)
You can't be my nigga if we can't share the same enemies (Enemies)
Niggas lactose intolerant to this cheddar cheese
Youngins poppin' pills laced with fentanyl and amphetamines (Yeah)

Get your brother whacked while I'm fuckin' off in the Philippines
I'm judge, jury, and executioner with this guillotine (Guillotine)
Yeah, I went from sellin' smack and Actavis
To fuckin' with venture capitalists, I'm tryna see what's after this (Yeah)
Courtside flow, a new ho clappin' in
Nigga got seats by the team like I'm load managin'
Nigga got doctorates and masters in dope traffickin' (Yeah)
Fuck the rap game, I drop my nuts on the whole establishment
Once your people wanna see you pass, you can't be compassionate
Time for me to incinerate these niggas, piss on your ashes, bitch, damn

Yeah (Fuck nigga), yeah, huh, yeah
I wanna smoke my opps like Oppenheimer (Yeah)
Make a bomb and custom-design it, put it in front your mama
Heart pump period blood, nigga, you are vagina
Catch the rock and Deebo a nigga like I'm a 49er
GOAT status, these niggas baby Jordan, they Harold Miner
Huh, these niggas Harold Miner
Walk on air like I was from North Carolina
But I come straight out of Gary, so I walk straight off the moon
I keep a Randy, Tito, Jackie and Jermaine, them all my goons
Grateful Fred (Woo), I'm in the mountains, psychedelic off of shrooms
Reminisced on all them cook-ups, gettin' dusted off the fumes

Kept my mask on (Mask on)
Watch a fiend load the glass and get his blast on
Heat rocks, sheet rocks soon as I turn the gas on (Yeah)
Next time they rap about you, it's gon' be a sad song (My dead homie)
Bitch, I guarantee it (Bitch, yeah), but fuck a nigga, these Europeans
They still don't seem to treat us like human beings
We way too busy bustin' at each other for us to see it (Bah)
They stripped me of my culture and my language
I still flipped and got famous, platinum card, no, no complainin'
Nelly Tip Drill, swipe a anus (Nelly Tip Drill, swipe a anus)
I saw that shit on BET, I had to do it myself (Yeah)

Just keep them rat hoes out your crew when you accruin' your wealth (Yeah)
Don't ever force no ho to screw you, boy, you screwin' yourself (Fuck nigga)
Too many sex crimes, sex scenes, Weinstein, Epsteins
Them crackers rich forever, you Black, they want the whole thing
R. Kelly singing for commissary
And no, I don't condone the shit he did, but he got heat in my library
I'm gone, nigga (I'm out of here, woo, shit)
Yeah, uh, if I say another word, I might get canceled (Yeah)
I stay posted in the castle 'cause the streets ain't worth the hassle (Nah)
Got the player of the decade trophy posted on my mantle

Who you fuckin' with, ho? (Yeah, gang, hahahaha)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard (The Rabbit, know what I'm sayin', nigga)
Once you have located your seat, we ask you that you please step out of the aisles (Gang)
So the passengers behind you can pass you (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This will expedite our boarding process
Your large carry-on items need to go in the overhead compartments (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)

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