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Andre Nickatina - My Wishes lyrics
[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina] Picture a blind man that can't see Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see God it can't be I (?) like a snake, the venom I spit 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' shit rap wise I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches Khan lives forever man that's my wishes [Verse 2 - Equipto] My wishes, (?) intense wishes Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix (?) still here to realize it, with no police around to ever read they rights It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 fuck Don't interrupt you stupid (?) I (?) 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 my throwbacks on Suckas 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] Shit, I side swipe you in 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 it get hypnotic(?) The glock nine, some use it like a semari Run for your lives, ...(?) I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle Then when I'm gone man you picture it on every channel In grey flannel, Nicky ...(?) When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt, Excruciating, no duplicatin' this fury Look at the lawyer with a grin for the (?) jury Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches 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 (?) weed up in heaven with the switches Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches 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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