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Wiki – Sonatine (feat. Slicky Boy) Lyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Wiki]

Critics critique ‘cus they be reaping whatever we flood through the streets

I’m done with the weak hoes, I’m coming for cheats

I’m running my mouth, I want it, I’m coming for keeps

Thought I be bumpin discrete, I bump in the club and it’s heat

Gave ’em the one that was fleet, gave ’em the one that was free

What more you want out of me

Y’all don’t follow but think about when you preach

The amount that you speaking

The amount my accountant be counting receipts

They blunted and drugging

While you cowards critique

I does it for all of my thunnies is hungry

Plus they get blunted my youngins is wildin’ with me

[Hook: Wiki]

I does it for y’all, don’t do it for them

I does it because

Half of the shit that they callin’ gems, man it be duds

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I need to drop jewels, I know they need jewels

Give ’em more jewels than the neighborhood I grew in

I does it for y’all, don’t do it for them

I does it because

Half of the shit that they callin’ gems, man it be duds

I need to drop jewels, I know they need jewels

Give ’em more jewels than the neighborhood that I grew in

I do it for you

[Post-Hook: Wiki]

You, you, you

I do it for you

[Verse 2: Wiki]

Reality kicked in right after the child in me kicked in

And I been kicking all type of shit off the dome and I’m lifted

Shit is significant, if I quit it, got a bitch with a business

And I’m mixed with a immigrant lineage, you gon’ list it

How you gon’ depict it, give it a label, stop it

I do it for Slick and do it for the paper

I am the Pope, now that’s just a joke

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I’m not the hope I’m looking to y’all

So look to yourself, that’s looking to God

I do it for you, I do it for y’all

I do it for every cat that be throwin it on, whatever they on

[Hook: Wiki]

[Verse 3: Slicky Boy]

Find a place that’s anonymous

No questions asked it’s obvious

It’s the L.E.S representers

Live hopes and finesse the kid

Roll ’em over, hold on soldier, pull the trigger

Feel no mercy, the name of the game

Stay in your lame if you living like a broke

Not situated if you give in for the bucks

In God I trust

I’ma hit it with the trucks

Lay his ass cold, I don’t give a fuck

That’s how it is when you raised in the streets

Skatin’ through traffic, nigga that’s me

Dimes for dubs all for the low

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I’m working real hard helping the fam

Mom raising a man, dad went and ran

Damn, what have I learned

Love is a bond, trust is a key

Everything second of me

Throw in the towel, I’m working for hours tryna get by

I’m sick of the bickering, sick of the lies

My mind on the future, I had to get mine

I’m tryna fuck bitches, I ain’t got the time

I got all my niggas, I’m out of my grind

[Hook: Wiki]


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