Wiling Lyrics - Dan The Automator

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Forget your crew nigga there's no contest

The Hoodie Men we confresh and never less

I guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta die

Smoke, light L's engage in sex

Shorties with big breasts and round fat juicy asses

From the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas asses

We'll be in there with swimwear, who in there

The hoodie men we rock the spot

Who are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knot

So bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knew

That the sucka MC's get the D from my crew
Chorus:
I'm wiling, the ism got me wiling

My shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum

I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling

The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum

I'm wiling, cuz niggies got me wiling

The ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum

I'm wiling, but Jackie got me wiling,

Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum
Verse Two: Neph
I gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every day

Well men don't care, mad bills to pay

And a bunch of more ho's, brothers drinking alizay

Damn, I'm high again, yo my girl drives me crazy

Insane pain in my brain it don't amaze me

Hated by her parents, feeling transparent

Dammit, and in two weeks we'll have a baby

Why? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolate

Now I'm high, mama kicked me out, not fair

Niggas everywhere and other niggas just stare

Screw me, some might want to do me the uzi

Cocked, till the nextman front and you'll get rocked

Cuz I got a daughter now plus I'm homeless, so xxxx is out of order how?

Do you do, here comes the man of two

Fucked up but I hope I'm getting through to you

Life is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don't die we just multiply
Chorus
Verse Three: Neph
Land and the area, damn we slam scarier I'm darin ya

You can bring your crew the more the merrier

America, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be are

Nasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right now

I'm ghost, and elephants around you on the ground

Who is he I don't know, just another John Doe

On the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds scream

Neph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O.

Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flow

Now you know, who's the xxxxxxxxxxxx in town

You didn't know, your mothers my ho, you xxxxxxx glam tally-ho

Shout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for you

As soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just begun
Chorus

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