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LIL WYTE lyrics : "I Know You Strapped"

[Lil' Wyte]
Know what I'm sayin
this motha$#[email protected] song dedicated

to them weak $$# (*##$es that follow me in the club
on that weed, that white, that liquor, the whole xanax bars
That X whatever the $#[email protected] they on

You know what I'm sayin?
They think cause they drunk and they crunk
and they got a unit in the trunk that they just some hard motha$#[email protected]

You know what I'm sayin?
But really they's the weak (*##$es
You know what I'm sayin?

You fall up in V.I.P. (HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back
waitin on yo motha$#[email protected] $$#, you know what I'm sayin?

[Lil' Wyte]
Smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk

Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk
You ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight

In the middle of the club, (*##$ wasup we can do this %#@!
Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
Implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line

Again it's standin full of sin when you $#[email protected] wit the boss
Biggest, badest, buckest motha $#[email protected], but ya still a (*##$
I'm comin in crunker than the others for the $#[email protected] of it

Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done
Legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a %#@!

Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit
Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
Just remember, just cause you $#[email protected] up it doesn't mean your crunk

[Chorus: x2]
I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard

And knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer

[Lil' Wyte]
Damn man [email protected]#$ paul man you might have to slow this motha $#[email protected] down a

Little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to slow down

[Lil' Wyte]

I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool
Runnin lip talkin %#@!, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
Now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pissy pants doin ya dance

I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
Faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by one

Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt
Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact
But I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back

Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip
Stead of (*##$in out I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip
Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away

Makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a (*##$
Until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some %#@!

[Chorus: repeat to fade]

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