D.enD - Wick Wick
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{chorus}
I said, uh! light it up, that’s wick wick
If you want the smoke, the match go flick flick
I said, uh! all they do is click, click
Don’t pull up to type unless your fists quick
{verse}
I be clowning the whole class but i’m the still the teacher who decides when you dismissed
All y’all got opinions, but you need to fix your lips like my whip, i mean zip quick
Keyboard killers getting in their feelings, knowing they ain’t never ever spit zip
Anybody pin me king of this, caught me red handed, that’s how come my wrists slit
Drip drip, why i appeal chicks
From the milk, mixed, to the nesquiks
I ain’t d.end, i’m the mennase
Get your script fixed, and your switch flipped
Skate on y’all hoes, hit a kick flip
I’m all they can see, like it’s crip cliques
They be all up on me, think we best friends
Why y’all all on the d like the pistons?
For them, i lack emotion, kristen
Stewart, where i be at irvington and
Newark, dimwit
Y’all be acting like y’all from the hood, some of us is authentic
But i won’t depict that i be out here with the blick blicks
If i pull up on you won’t hear a chikchik
See? my fists quick
Take you out, see you laying in the street
That’s eviction in an instant
With the pen i’m doing heavy lifting like i’m dating big chicks
I be on the internet to find a rapper spitting
You be on the internet to ride a rapper diction
I don’t give a damn ‘bout a nerd white guy and his album predictions
Guess i’m offending
With my opinion
Hope that your skin thick
Think you dyslexic, wanna be a critic
But you busy making little noise, like a cricket
Feature film and presentation, you a chick flick
What they fiend to see, like coi leray & nicki nip slips
Mennase always spitting, they been thinking i been lisping
Wider range of lyrics than the width of nicki’s hips is
(hol’up, hol’up, hol’up)
Trappy, but i’m still the lyric don regardless
Who want smoke? it’s like i’m puffing marijuana
Only certain wishes i cannot accomplish
Wish i had the job of stefflon undergarments
That was meant to be an inner thought, i’m sorry
Sometimes i be rhyming, in and out of pocket
Dreaded up until i look like virgil hawkins
Didn’t think i’d bring the static, guess i’m shocking
{chorus}
I said, uh! light it up, that’s wick wick
If you want the smoke, the match go flick flick
I said, uh! all they do is click, click
Don’t pull up to type unless your fists quick
{chorus}
I said, uh! light it up, that’s wick wick
If you want the smoke, the match go flick flick
I said, uh! all they do is click, click
Don’t pull up to type unless your fists quick
{verse}
I be clowning the whole class but i’m the still the teacher who decides when you dismissed
All y’all got opinions, but you need to fix your lips like my whip, i mean zip quick
Keyboard killers getting in their feelings, knowing they ain’t never ever spit zip
Anybody pin me king of this, caught me red handed, that’s how come my wrists slit
Drip drip, why i appeal chicks
From the milk, mixed, to the nesquiks
I ain’t d.end, i’m the mennase
Get your script fixed, and your switch flipped
Skate on y’all hoes, hit a kick flip
I’m all they can see, like it’s crip cliques
They be all up on me, think we best friends
Why y’all all on the d like the pistons?
For them, i lack emotion, kristen
Stewart, where i be at irvington and
Newark, dimwit
Y’all be acting like y’all from the hood, some of us is authentic
But i won’t depict that i be out here with the blick blicks
If i pull up on you won’t hear a chikchik
See? my fists quick
Take you out, see you laying in the street
That’s eviction in an instant
With the pen i’m doing heavy lifting like i’m dating big chicks
I be on the internet to find a rapper spitting
You be on the internet to ride a rapper diction
I don’t give a damn ‘bout a nerd white guy and his album predictions
Guess i’m offending
With my opinion
Hope that your skin thick
Think you dyslexic, wanna be a critic
But you busy making little noise, like a cricket
Feature film and presentation, you a chick flick
What they fiend to see, like coi leray & nicki nip slips
Mennase always spitting, they been thinking i been lisping
Wider range of lyrics than the width of nicki’s hips is
(hol’up, hol’up, hol’up)
Trappy, but i’m still the lyric don regardless
Who want smoke? it’s like i’m puffing marijuana
Only certain wishes i cannot accomplish
Wish i had the job of stefflon undergarments
That was meant to be an inner thought, i’m sorry
Sometimes i be rhyming, in and out of pocket
Dreaded up until i look like virgil hawkins
Didn’t think i’d bring the static, guess i’m shocking
{chorus}
I said, uh! light it up, that’s wick wick
If you want the smoke, the match go flick flick
I said, uh! all they do is click, click
Don’t pull up to type unless your fists quick
