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Fes Taylor lyrics : "The Wolves Is Here"


The wolves is here
The wolves is here

The wolves is here
The wolves is here



Aiyo, I spit it through the mic wire, I burn pen and pads
They ask when I write fire, even dikes admire

My girl left me in the prime of my life
Now I'm single having the time of my life, minus the strife
Platinum jewelry combining with ice

That don't fool me, match it to me, each blinding ya sight
My timing is right, hip hop searching for a new king
Not cause I rock a few blings, my lyrics do sting

Front and I'm popping you, then, go get your crew and things
You won't do a thing, in court with the suit to sing
I ain't a wrestler, roll around in the ring

So I roll around with the pound, after three rounds, ding ding
Lights out, $#&@ a ten count, son, I've been about
Knock a ^!$$% out, with a punch or a Guiness Stoute

Eat a ^!$$% like lunch, wolves got a bigger mouth
(*##$es got 'em hooked like, bass or some river trout, yeah







I'm from gang bang central, and my gun go off
So much, you can tell 'me Bang Bang sent you

All rappers stand back, cause my slang may hit you
And I ran with the Pack, so the wolf fangs bit you
Even if the flames missed you, so what, the bullet still go

Right through his brain tissue, leave him tore up
So duck when I aim pistols out for you gut
My game official, son, I got (*##$es that plot on your bucks

And I got issues trying to get you shot at your !@#%
You a (*##$ too, reactions to the cops in the rush
Who the $#&@ got it popping like us, ^!$$%s is hoes

So guns blow in your face like my @@#! when it bust
You dick riders my click liver, my wolves got rabbies
We all in your face, spitting saliva

Screwdriving your biz, go get your homeboys, die with ya friends
See who survive to the end, mutha$#&@a







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