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SOUR D lyrics : "Wish Wash"

Intro:
Yall ready?
get ready get ready

T-Dot! T-Dot!
u already know how I do huh?


Chorus:
$#&@ what u think (*##$ I'm ballin errday,
but when I do it it's a total different way,

when I say I'm ballin I'm just pissing on they face,
they rhymes all washed up let it wash away,
hop on your $#&@in beat record press play,

hop on your $#&@in beat and this is what they say,
I'm talkin,
your music wack, your style wack, your fans wack,

I piss on top of dat,
I'm talkin,
your music wack, your style wack, your fans wack,

I piss on top of dat wish wash,

Verse 1:

Let the beat breathe, too ill I let the beat breathe,
yo I tell the microphone to check it,
haters to respect it,

dumb $#&@s listen up this ain't what u expected,
no fangs but I got a thang to take these rappers where they neck is,
eleven seconds til they carry em out in strecthers,

club scene obscene watch how I direct it,
blunts to the face and hennessey is how I wreck %#@!,
look around this $#&@in club bad (*##$es selected,

bad (*##$es call em bad (*##$es cuz they let me,
shorty I'm just tryin know know what u really on,
I can tell by this banging beat this your $#&@in song,

grind dat thang right up on me seeing if you're wearin a thong,
and we can get it on and on til the next morn,
confetti and the fireworks,

later I'm inside of her,
before we dip everybody gon get higher first,


(Chorus)

Verse 2:

Yo we wavy wit the roof off,
hazy within two coughs lately they've been too soft,
drop my verse to do wha? kill em all kill em all,

then I $#&@in yell hurrah!,
(*##$ I just stomp my feet then I let my head bang,
I'm a headbanger at heart til I'm a dead man,

and til dat $#&@in day I'm reppin T-Dot to the fullest,
all the gun talk $#&@ boys sweatin bullets,
tell me what u mad at though?,

a rebel and a radical,
smokin loud pass it round fell down the rabbit hole,
got me pissin on deez mother$#&@as now they pissed off,

cuz they keep drowning Hip Hop wit dat wish wash,

(Chorus)


Bridge:
Let the beat breathe,

let the beat breathe,
too ill,
$#&@ it,

tell me why they wanna tes tes tes test me,
when I know they soft soft like a real breast be,
at the first place do em in the worst way,

tell em (*##$es come get it yeah I know u thirsty,

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