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RoddyKobain - Wicked Lyrics



RoddyKobain - Wicked Lyrics




Man, all you niggas trash dawg
Yall niggas talking bout guns, and can't throw hands
Yall the same niggas out here flexing bout some shoes
That yall bought at Payless, yall some lame ass niggas dawg

I don't know whats going on in my head
See someone I don't like, they must end up dead
Why do I think that way, shit must be said
World is corrupt, I can't live on this land
I don't know whats going on in my head
See someone I don't like, they must end up dead
Why do I think that way, shit must be said
World is corrupt, I can't live on this land

Can't comprehend like i'm autistic, uh
I ain't making fun just be realistic, uh
If you gotta problem you can miss me, uh
Say you want the fade, but yo bitch miss me, uh
Dick like lean she get to sipping, uh
Untill her face turn blue, no cripping, uh
Fragile ass nigga get to ripping, uh
Paper ass nigga float to 50, uh

I cannot deal with these fake ass ordeals
I got felonies that I can't even appeal
This life that im living ain't barley hit real
Like a fry in this bitch, tryna capture a meal
Electric, no f*ck shit, Kobain lika an eel
Light Yagami, my senses saying kill
Yo presence disturbing, construction be real
Like caution no wear, get the tool gon get drilled

Wicked shit, get it twisted quick
Deranged nigga get the tooly kit
Not a shooter, but will shoot cha shit
Dummy nigga get to clappin bitch
Wicked shit, get it twisted quick
Deranged nigga get the tooly kit
Not a shooter, but will shoot cha shit
Dummy nigga get to clappin bitch

Alright, yo, man
Diggy diggy
Shiggy shiggy, yo jiggy jiggy
Let's get it bro
Yo, yo you a bitch
Ya mom's a hoe
I'll smash, not really
She ugly as f*ck
I'm sorry, no i'm not
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English

Man, all you niggas trash dawg
Yall niggas talking bout guns, and can't throw hands
Yall the same niggas out here flexing bout some shoes
That yall bought at Payless, yall some lame ass niggas dawg

I don't know whats going on in my head
See someone I don't like, they must end up dead
Why do I think that way, shit must be said
World is corrupt, I can't live on this land
I don't know whats going on in my head
See someone I don't like, they must end up dead
Why do I think that way, shit must be said
World is corrupt, I can't live on this land

Can't comprehend like i'm autistic, uh
I ain't making fun just be realistic, uh
If you gotta problem you can miss me, uh
Say you want the fade, but yo bitch miss me, uh
Dick like lean she get to sipping, uh
Untill her face turn blue, no cripping, uh
Fragile ass nigga get to ripping, uh
Paper ass nigga float to 50, uh

I cannot deal with these fake ass ordeals
I got felonies that I can't even appeal
This life that im living ain't barley hit real
Like a fry in this bitch, tryna capture a meal
Electric, no f*ck shit, Kobain lika an eel
Light Yagami, my senses saying kill
Yo presence disturbing, construction be real
Like caution no wear, get the tool gon get drilled

Wicked shit, get it twisted quick
Deranged nigga get the tooly kit
Not a shooter, but will shoot cha shit
Dummy nigga get to clappin bitch
Wicked shit, get it twisted quick
Deranged nigga get the tooly kit
Not a shooter, but will shoot cha shit
Dummy nigga get to clappin bitch

Alright, yo, man
Diggy diggy
Shiggy shiggy, yo jiggy jiggy
Let's get it bro
Yo, yo you a bitch
Ya mom's a hoe
I'll smash, not really
She ugly as f*ck
I'm sorry, no i'm not
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Writer: Jeremy Ore, Roddrick Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: RoddyKobain
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Jeremy Ore, Roddrick Graham

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