Lil Ugly Mane - Wishmaster lyrics

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Lil Ugly Mane - Wishmaster lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, don't you wish you could be me, b**h? [Hook] Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? [Verse 1] Turn me up some, 665 plus one I'm entitled to my money like a trust fund Come up off the dubs, let me touch one Drops on every corner like the way the city bus runs You know that I'mma act a fool again and lick shots in unison With crews of hooligans until you're left with fewer friends Catch me on the news, being interviewed, wearing your j**els Saying "I saw it all, but I don't know who the shooter is" I revel in the infamy, Count made the symphony You can't f**s with it, then you really not a friend of me Bullet hits your neck, travels all through your extremities Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the remedy But that's the way it be on the block Braveheart, stay sharp before you run out of clock Cause there's no halfsteppin', you're either in or you're not And with the way the lips flap, you're either kin or the cops, b**h [Hook] Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? [Verse 2] So what's the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the black talon separates The breeze like a whistle, shootin' flame out the Navi' window Call the whip Zippo, Leave you crippled We could do it in the park or after dark at the cribbo Finesse invested, roll around in suits double-breasted Whips foreign and domestic, bubble-bu*ted shorty's big-chested Blessed on the mic majestic I keep it so filthy that the mic septic We can throw hands, golden gloves, I got the marvelous molly-whop The way I lick shots, I call it double-barrelled lollipops Ugly blow spots just like a molotov And I'mma stay rich 'til the f**in' coffin drops Ay yo, I walk around with mostly large rifles for survival Cause "d**h walks hand-in-hand with struggle", Stokely Carmichael [Outro] b**h, give me my mothaf**in' money, b**h! Don't you wish you could be me, b**h? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Don't you wish you could be me? Yeah, Mista Thug Isolation Don't you wish you could be me punk? Ho?

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