Wicked Days

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 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray (yeah, yeah), no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets
 Preachers pray, no angels can stop all of them bullets, yeah
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days (ooh, ah, ah), wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked (uh)
 Catch you reclining on your couch, sucker (uh)
 Bullets flying through your house structure
 Fate taken, your white blouse rupture
 My product come with gunpowder on the album cover
 They couldn't have snuck it in through customs
 I'm hustling to your customers
 The Cullinan coconut custard (oh)
 You broke mo'fuckers
 I'm blowing your cover, you ain't low, you just a frontrunner (shit)
 If rapping wasn't still fun, I'd be done with it (done with this shit)
 I'm dumb with it, not dimwitted
 We shot it out with niggas for 20 minutes
 They figure we celebrating independence (pow, pow, pow)
 The chain came with the pendent
 It was written that one day I'd obtain riches (what else)
 Change the business (did it)
 It came late, but I ain't tripping (uh)
 I'm dripping
 I'm wearing water, this is liquid (oh)
 I'm rocking lizard
 The skin on the kicks is Hillary Clinton
 The A McQueens is Queen Elizabeth
 The denim was smelling like teen spirit (ooh)
 That means it's cheba scented
 Is he Dominic, uh
 I'm so nice on the mic, it's working against me
 It still couldn't prevent me from leaving shells up in Givenchy empty (uh-huh)
 The white Bentley is Christie Brinkley (uh)
 I'm in love with the benjis, I'm getting clingy (ooh)
 Maybe I'm being stingy
 I went platinum on the Rollie, the APs is trendy
 We got the industry in a frenzy
 The MP glide through the city like a Frisbee (shoo)
 These feel like scenes written by Guy Ritchie
 Fired the blicky
 The op dropped a bottle of whisky
 I was watching through binoculars, shot the pussy
 I feel like James Bond in Octopussy (yeah)
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 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
 Wicked days, wicked days, wicked
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