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Wild West Video (MV)




Performed By: Anony
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Kraig Martin, Unknown Composer Author




Anony - Wild West Lyrics




Turn around whip it out from my side and blow is head off, wild west
I turn around and dick his bitch down she f*ck good, alexis tex
Collectin them bounties nonstop how you think i got this rolex?
I hop on jets i head out west i cop a ghost like im possessed

Bitch i gotta stay hidden
Aint neva gone serve a year in a prison
All off the top what i says unwritten
Got curtains on the 'bach so im playin w her kitten

Been movin bricks whip pyrex in the kitchen
Drum on the gun got mo ammunition
Catch a f*ckin body feel like a physician
Aint no credit bought the wraith off commission

Dont give a f*ck what it take to get the bag
Get the money quick chrome hearts on the tag
Aint gone cop less its commas on the tag
We gone pull up wit da metal 5 'cents on the jag

Money on my head gettin head in the back
Bitch im getting rich bulletproof cadillac
I been pullin hair when im blowin out her back
We gone pull up in a wraith we gone pull up with the macs

Hop in a benz truck take it to atlanta and i cop a new lambo w da trunk in da front
You know im boutta smash his bitch no bunt
Countin up the cash while im rollin up a blunt

Spin his block, wet him up, feel like a hunt
F*ck his bitch kick her out no punt
Dont trust hoes bitch pay me up front
Collectin new bounties like every other month



Turn around whip it out from my side and blow is head off, wild west
I turn around and dick his bitch down she f*ck good, alexis tex
Collectin them bounties nonstop how you think i got this rolex?
I hop on jets i head out west i cop a ghost like im possessed

Bitch i gotta stay hidden
Aint neva gone serve a year in a prison
All off the top what i says unwritten
Got curtains on the 'bach so im playin w her kitten

Been movin bricks whip pyrex in the kitchen
Drum on the gun got mo ammunition
Catch a f*ckin body feel like a physician
Aint no credit bought the wraith off commission

Dont give a f*ck what it take to get the bag
Get the money quick chrome hearts on the tag
Aint gone cop less its commas on the tag
We gone pull up wit da metal 5 'cents on the jag

Money on my head gettin head in the back
Bitch im getting rich bulletproof cadillac
I been pullin hair when im blowin out her back
We gone pull up in a wraith we gone pull up with the macs

Hop in a benz truck take it to atlanta and i cop a new lambo w da trunk in da front
You know im boutta smash his bitch no bunt
Countin up the cash while im rollin up a blunt

Spin his block, wet him up, feel like a hunt
F*ck his bitch kick her out no punt
Dont trust hoes bitch pay me up front
Collectin new bounties like every other month
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English

Turn around whip it out from my side and blow is head off, wild west
I turn around and dick his bitch down she f*ck good, alexis tex
Collectin them bounties nonstop how you think i got this rolex?
I hop on jets i head out west i cop a ghost like im possessed

Bitch i gotta stay hidden
Aint neva gone serve a year in a prison
All off the top what i says unwritten
Got curtains on the 'bach so im playin w her kitten

Been movin bricks whip pyrex in the kitchen
Drum on the gun got mo ammunition
Catch a f*ckin body feel like a physician
Aint no credit bought the wraith off commission

Dont give a f*ck what it take to get the bag
Get the money quick chrome hearts on the tag
Aint gone cop less its commas on the tag
We gone pull up wit da metal 5 'cents on the jag

Money on my head gettin head in the back
Bitch im getting rich bulletproof cadillac
I been pullin hair when im blowin out her back
We gone pull up in a wraith we gone pull up with the macs

Hop in a benz truck take it to atlanta and i cop a new lambo w da trunk in da front
You know im boutta smash his bitch no bunt
Countin up the cash while im rollin up a blunt

Spin his block, wet him up, feel like a hunt
F*ck his bitch kick her out no punt
Dont trust hoes bitch pay me up front
Collectin new bounties like every other month



Turn around whip it out from my side and blow is head off, wild west
I turn around and dick his bitch down she f*ck good, alexis tex
Collectin them bounties nonstop how you think i got this rolex?
I hop on jets i head out west i cop a ghost like im possessed

Bitch i gotta stay hidden
Aint neva gone serve a year in a prison
All off the top what i says unwritten
Got curtains on the 'bach so im playin w her kitten

Been movin bricks whip pyrex in the kitchen
Drum on the gun got mo ammunition
Catch a f*ckin body feel like a physician
Aint no credit bought the wraith off commission

Dont give a f*ck what it take to get the bag
Get the money quick chrome hearts on the tag
Aint gone cop less its commas on the tag
We gone pull up wit da metal 5 'cents on the jag

Money on my head gettin head in the back
Bitch im getting rich bulletproof cadillac
I been pullin hair when im blowin out her back
We gone pull up in a wraith we gone pull up with the macs

Hop in a benz truck take it to atlanta and i cop a new lambo w da trunk in da front
You know im boutta smash his bitch no bunt
Countin up the cash while im rollin up a blunt

Spin his block, wet him up, feel like a hunt
F*ck his bitch kick her out no punt
Dont trust hoes bitch pay me up front
Collectin new bounties like every other month
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Writer: Kraig Martin, Unknown Composer Author
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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