Wish lyrics

by

Fase Yoda


[Verse 1]
Make a wish singing melodies, huh
I know I got problems all ahead of me
Baby if you gone, you know I cannot breathe
f*ck the law, catch a body on they ass, but I wanna double back huh
We gone spin again on yo lens
Ain’t no coming back, f*ck it but it is what it is
Take a n*gga back, chopper take his soul
Baby I'mma demon, I'mma live it on my own
Living lavish, I got all this money make it happen
Action, I can’t do no talkin' never acting
Tragic, if he move we pop out with that rachet
Tap it, f*ck around and let you n*ggas have it

[Chorus]
I know I'mma live, I can’t live it on my own, huh
Baby you be calling, you ain’t picking up the phone, huh
Hoping you can feel it, pop a perky to the dome, huh
f*ck it I'mma die before thе end, I hope you know
I don’t got the timе, so I put numbers on my wrist
Bouta half a million dollars in the back, I took a risk
With a bad b*tch, I go state to state no counterfeit
We ain’t average, I ran up that money to the pitch, huh

[Verse 2]
Stacking the mulla, I’m praying to Buddha, I hang with the killas who bussin' mudulas
I’m rich as a b*tch and I stay with a tooly
My n*ggas won’t miss, he a talented shooter
They talkin' that sh*t and they thinking it’s funny
We runnin' and gunnin', and taking the looter
I'm living and living the mark of the Buddha
I feel like a God, not a regular Judah
I pop in the city, I’m poppin' a wheelie
I’m going and going, I’m makin' a livin'
I’m selling on doe and I’m making a killin'
My n*ggas on go and they taking the city
I’m up in a millie, I’m taking it gently
I do what I want, I ain’t chasin' the b*tches
I’m up and they know that I’m popping, I’m living it up
They gotta stay out my business (Uh)
[Chorus]
I know I'mma live, I can’t live it on my own, huh
Baby you be calling, you ain’t picking up the phone, huh
Hoping you can feel it, pop a perky to the dome, huh
f*ck it I'mma die before the end, I hope you know
I don’t got the time, so I put numbers on my wrist
Bouta half a million dollars in the back, I took a risk
With a bad b*tch, I go state to state ain't no counterfeit
We ain’t average, I ran up that money to the pitch, huh
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