WILLY - CHOPPED & SCREWED
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Lyrics
Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map I ain't gotta have a shout I still get 'em with the- (with the-) Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map I ain't gotta have a shout I still get 'em with the- Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map I ain't gotta have a shout I still get 'em with the- Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map I ain't gotta have a shout Get 'em, get 'em, rap, rap Hatin' Dyllie, man, you gotta be an idiot in fact Took the monkey off, then I put the city on my back (the city!) Country boy but I hang around city slickers This that sh- while I got it out the kitty litter If my brother need a dollar, he gon' get a tener Yeshua of Nazareth was not a penny pincher How you got it out the mud and never been muddin'? Wise man know he don't really know nothin' Every night I got a demon sayin', "Post somethin'!" (Post somethin'!) It's an everyday struggle Peace, Joe I say peace to the industry, I do it al- Peace, peace, you is Swisher Sweet, you don't want the smoke Tweet, tweet, I'm reality, Paris in the cold I know, arrogance can feel like heroin inside a dome It's imperative to get embarrassed when you hit a low Heri-heritage that I inherited is all I know Meri-merican, my momma serogan If you got errors You can hear again But when He appear again, I'm goin' home (ee!) Get jiggy wit' it (get jiggy) Get it jumpin' like I knew Ms. Piggy wit' it (Ms. Piggy) Make the family proud like it had Penny in it Bullet, bullet-proof vest on the chest like 50 wit' it, aw yeah Who, who tryna flex on me? Don't be silly Wild, wild, wild, west and yes, I'm big Willy Dressed, dressed like I came here fresh from West Philly Who, who gon' protect your neck? Expect a death God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did) When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes." (paid for it!) Thought I'm playin' checkers, man, I'm playin' chess My baby said, "Let's have a baby." God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did) When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes." God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did) When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes." God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did) When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes." Thought I'm playin' checkers, man, I'm playin' chess My baby said, "Let's have a baby." I said, "Baby steps." Big Willy! Big Dyllie! Uh! The Fresh Prince like I'm in Philly, uh! Said they shooters but they Ben Simmons! This pen silly! I talk like I got ten milli' In my pocket right now, you can't tell me nothin' Man, I'm doin' what I want, it isn't for discussion (not at all) If it's number-one spots, then you know I'm gunnin' for it Independent artists gotta have the pocket, stomach, stomach for it I already know what you want I don't, I don't wanna hear you rappin' in your new song Rather, rather take a street-full tour Wuhan, Wuhan 'Cause y'all about as solid as udon Who want, who want what? My jewels untucked, my mood unstuck My barber shop ain't open too un- Too uncut I thank God with two arms up, I've moved on up But still ain't got nothin' left to prove what's up, ayy! Get jiggy wit' it (get jiggy) Get it jumpin' like I knew Ms. Piggy wit' it (Ms. Piggy) Make the family proud like it had Penny in it Bullet, bullet-proof vest on the chest like 50 wit' it, aw yeah Who, who tryna flex on me? Don't be silly Wild, wild, wild, west and yes, I'm big Willy Dressed like I came here fresh from West Philly Who, who gon' protect your neck? Expect a death Yeah, you know what it is It's indie tribe., you know? We're savin' lives SLOWERCASE TAPE You know, all the exclusives All your digital copies, you know what I'm sayin'? Let's get into it
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:16
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 74 BPM