Представляем точный текст композиции "Wish You Would" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Wright III . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wish You Would» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Wright III передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Wright III - "Wish You Would"
Lyrics to Wish You Would : [Verse 1: La Chat] Fuck you hoes bitches Im La Chat Im crunk and I really dont give a fuck Got a motherfuckin list goin down the fuckin line Gotta see which punk bitch I buck Hoes aint talkin bout shit just keep up shit And Im quick to click on a bitch Dump em in a fuckin ditch, burn em to the fuckin ground I have no remorse for the coward ass snitch Niggas bucked out to you boys I have no love man fuck you hoes Never ever fall wid weak game Trust no bitch thats how this pimpin shit go Robbin mobbin shoot to kill for real that shit so played out yall Motherfucka wanna bump style shoot a nigga down Take a nigga life I keep a tone Bitch cant disrespect me cause I damage her eternal soul Fill a hi-zoe body up wid a nine millimeter bullet hole Blastin a motherfucka vampin the scene committin a serious crime Catch me if you can Im dodgin these bitches never gon do no time Bastards wanna buck I aint givin a fuck Im pluggin you bitches dead Fuck a motherfuckin bitch shoot that motherfuckin shit Blast you in your fuckin head [Tommy III talking] Know what Im sayin', yall heard that' Blast, cause thats how we do it, Sinistaz nigga [Chorus: 2 Faced & (Tommy III)] [both sing simultaneously] Man I wish a motherfucka would bring, they ass off in the hood Be down til this life is took, We dont play man I wish a motherfucka would, Crunk! (This click right here we be... BUCK!) (This click right here we be... crunk!) (This click right here we be, we be, killaz) (This click right here we be, we be, bout that screela) [Verse 2: 2 Faced] Stayin higher than a locust, my bitch callin me hopeless But although I cant focus, livin life bogus, violators gettin roasted And a nigga better know this, (Say what!) I know the game from the oldest Listen up close while I quote this bonafied mack shit Got my brother Romeo, wid a loaded Calico in the back ah the black Cadillac bitch Breakin haters like a stick, keep it greased keep it lit Droppin hits on ya muhfuckin head nigga Stick steel in ya back and in ya leg nigga And I aint stoppin til ya sissy ass dead nigga Singin music and scared nigga, Shoulda taught about the consequences and the outcome hog tied bleedin in the back ah the ride wid a chest fulla dum dums Yall niggas dont want none, Im comin through like teflons Tryna teach my lil son, about education, economical and political and social development and then some, did I mention, My psychiatrist kinda confused she seein and dont understand me She cant explain, the thoughts I be thinkin Said I come from a disfunctional family 2 Faced the bandit my brain is more lethal than those who can click and kill hundreds of people The knowledge Im kickin is sharp as a needle Closin down shop wid a nine millimeter Hit him in the back wid a bitch nigga eater Leave him on the ground havin a, concussion Down wid the dirty, Street Smart nigga Get ready for Southern destruction [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Faced] Im stuck in a state of confusion, but cant nobody tell me the bidness I have witnessed, witnessed shit for 23 years tryna cure this sickness Mob wid the realest alotta these niggas be softer than titties So Im anti-social, stand on my tippy toe watchin for foes Thats watchin for me like a mack is supposed to Stay full ah that doja cause see I cant focus wid out that intoxicate up in my system A twisted mentality sets me outside from the rest of the world when I blast I wont miss em, seek knowledge and wisdom And stay sixty feet, away from these haters and traitors and phonies I learn in the game these niggas shoot slugs Just because you show love dont mean you my homie I feel Im the only one keepin it real So I mob wid the steel paranoid under pressure Home all aone and they back in that zone Wid two loaded Rugers on top ah my dresser But Im willin to betcha theres some Goddamn fool Gon try to step up and get twisted like dreads Nobody trustworthy no mercy is shown, They blastin wid tones thatll take off your head I beat you like lead, so dont play no games You recognize the real better known as 2 Faced I mob wid ah legion ah heathens that buck for no reason And shakin shit like an earthquake [Tommy III talking] Enough said, 2 Faced, really Thats killa backwards, what that mean' Take a wild guess, bitch [Hook] [Tommy Wright talks til end of song is screwed] [ Wish You Would Lyrics ]
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