Welcome the Villain
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Lyrics
Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all Prayed up, I got the vision, cleaned up, it's clearer Break it down, she want the white, she snort it off the mirror I pray to lord to keep me safe the devil gettin near me No stress, hit off the chest, Golden State, I never fear em Now tell me what price, pay up, ain't nothin missing Flipping with Diego, that fuego, we in the kitchen Got bitches stacking pasos, no lingo she Puerto Rican Drinkin out the bottle, no chaser release my demons Uhh rack it all up, get paper, just like you told Heard ya lil sneak diss, Solo you kinda bold When you talk about that paper just know you'll never be me Smoked a quarter ounce down in the back, then have a 3 peat Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all I promise you don't really want the ruckus wit young Catch ya ass slippin and cross ya like the number 3 (That's real) Young Bullard in the flesh I promise remember "I" Tryna get the paper now, I'm living, you wasting time Screaming fuck all these bitches none of em fucking with me I got a hundred, one hundred packs, to divide with the team I turn my thought of my dreams, into tangible things Got motivation to rise above chasing cash and the cream Hating turned up, get toe tags, they waitin on me, they snitching Fuck it oh well, hater wish ya well, my grind hard, successful 3rd want the bag, hoes chasing us, just hit the trap, official Boy Pistol Pete, got pistol whipped, Ace hit da gas, ignition Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:12
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 140 BPM