Equipto - My Wishes lyrics

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Equipto - My Wishes lyrics

[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina] Picture a blind man that can't see Meanin' the beauty he's supposed to see God, it can't be I slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh make me shake Look at the cakes I baked Weed in my brain got me baptized Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' sh** rap wise I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine b**hes Khan lives forever man that's my wishes [Verse 2 - Equipto] My wishes, a studio and ten swishers Bruce Lee, 2Pac, and Jimmy Hendrix Peter tosh still here to legalize it With no police around to ever read they rights It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow But I'm so far gone that's how it go [Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina] Yeah, two wishes and three b**hes in the Cadillac They wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth My homie said he's like a butcher cause he loves beef ...(?) and two doors on the cutty I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy We used to chase b**hes so vicious it was delicious I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes" [Verse 4 - Equipto] Wishin, why listen to a fool really give a f** Don't interrupt you stupid (?), I lit the blunt We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth In your backpack party with all our throwbacks on s**as stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god" There go the whole back wall ...(?) playin' to win I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend [Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina] sh**, I side swipe you at the light just like a fender bender There go your brain, with the game, so you don't remember I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics Colt 45 in my eyes, so ...(?) hypnotic The Glock nine, some use it like a samurai Run for your lives, or picture bein' paralyzed I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle And when I'm gone, man you picture it on every channel In grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt(?) When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt Excruciatin', no duplicatin' this fury Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury Four wishes, more wishes, man and more b**hes Man more weed, more G's, man and club b**hes The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol ...(?), like Clorox make it fade Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away Sneak weed up in heaven with the switches Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the b**hes I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches Man it ain't suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes These are my wishes, I got five wishes Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes

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