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Freddie Gibbs - Wolverine Lyrics
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Yeah, with this guillotine
Yeah, uh, yeah
Instinct leaves me to another flow
Yo (another ho, yeah), bitch

Slam, dollar sign G's, like Veto Gennaveese (yeah)
Devil's in position, they itchin', wishin' to get a piece (yeah)
Rap wolverine, I proceed to survive the murder scene (yeah)
You can't be my nigga if we can't share the same enemies (enemies)
Niggas lactose intolerant to this cheddar cheese
Youngins poppin' pills laced with fentanyl and amphetamines
Get your brother whacked, while I'm f*ckin' off in the Phillippines
I'm judge, jury and executioner with this guillotine (guillotine)
Yeah, I went from sellin' smack and activis'
To f*ckin' with venture capitalists, I'm tryin' to see what's after this (yeah)
Courtside flow, a new ho' clappin' and
Nigga, got seats by the team, like I'm low managin'
Nigga got doctors and masters and dope traffickin' (yeah)
F*ck the rap game, I drop my nuts on the whole establishment
Once your people want to see your past, you can't be compassionate
Time for me to incinerate these niggas, piss on your ashes, bitch, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck nigga, told you, you got asthma, you better keep your inhaler, bitch)
I want to smoke my opps like Oppenheimer (yeah)
Make a bomb and custom-design it, put it in front your mama
Heart pump period blood, nigga, you aare vagina
Catch the rock and Deebo a nigga like I'ma 49'er
Ghost status, these niggas baby Jordan, they evil-minded
Huh, these niggas evil-minded
Walk on air like I was from North Carolina
But I came straight out of Gary, so I walk straight off the moon
I keep a Randy, Tito, Jackie and Jermaine, them are my goons
Pray for Fred, I'm in the mountains, psychedelic off of shrooms
Reminisced on all them cook-ups, gettin' dusted off the fumes
Kept my mask on (mask on)
Watch a fiend load the glass and get his blast on
Heat rocks, sheat rocks soon as I turn the gas on (yeah)
Next time they rap about you, it's gon' be a sad song (for my big homie)
Bitch, I guarantee it (bitch), but f*ck a nigga
These Europeans, they still don't seem to treat us like human beings
We way too busy bustin' at each other for us to see it (yeah)
They stripped me of my culture and my language
I still flipped and got famous, platinum card, no, no complainin'
Nearly tipped you a slight of anus (nearly tipped you a slight of anus)
I saw that shit on BET, I had to do it myself (yeah)
Just keep them rat hoes out your crew when you accruin' your wealth (yeah)
Don't ever force no ho to screw you, boy, you screwin' yourself (f*ck nigga)
Too many sex crimes, sex scenes, Weinstein, Epstein
Them crackers rich forever, you black, they want the whole thing
R. Kelly singing for commissary
And, no, I don't condone the shit he did, but he got heat in my library
I'm gone, nigga (I'm out of here, woo, shit)
Yeah, uh, if I say another word, I might get canceled
I stay posted in the castle 'cause the streets ain't worth the hassle (nah)
Got the player of the decade trophy, posted on my mantle
Who you f*ckin' with, ho? (Yeah)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard (Rabbit, nigga)
(You get what I'm sayin', nigga) once you have located your seat
We ask you that you please step out of the aisle (yeah)
So the passengers behind you can pass you
This will expedite our boarding process (uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your large carry-on items need to go in the overhead (yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
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English

Yeah, with this guillotine
Yeah, uh, yeah
Instinct leaves me to another flow
Yo (another ho, yeah), bitch

Slam, dollar sign G's, like Veto Gennaveese (yeah)
Devil's in position, they itchin', wishin' to get a piece (yeah)
Rap wolverine, I proceed to survive the murder scene (yeah)
You can't be my nigga if we can't share the same enemies (enemies)
Niggas lactose intolerant to this cheddar cheese
Youngins poppin' pills laced with fentanyl and amphetamines
Get your brother whacked, while I'm f*ckin' off in the Phillippines
I'm judge, jury and executioner with this guillotine (guillotine)
Yeah, I went from sellin' smack and activis'
To f*ckin' with venture capitalists, I'm tryin' to see what's after this (yeah)
Courtside flow, a new ho' clappin' and
Nigga, got seats by the team, like I'm low managin'
Nigga got doctors and masters and dope traffickin' (yeah)
F*ck the rap game, I drop my nuts on the whole establishment
Once your people want to see your past, you can't be compassionate
Time for me to incinerate these niggas, piss on your ashes, bitch, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck nigga, told you, you got asthma, you better keep your inhaler, bitch)
I want to smoke my opps like Oppenheimer (yeah)
Make a bomb and custom-design it, put it in front your mama
Heart pump period blood, nigga, you aare vagina
Catch the rock and Deebo a nigga like I'ma 49'er
Ghost status, these niggas baby Jordan, they evil-minded
Huh, these niggas evil-minded
Walk on air like I was from North Carolina
But I came straight out of Gary, so I walk straight off the moon
I keep a Randy, Tito, Jackie and Jermaine, them are my goons
Pray for Fred, I'm in the mountains, psychedelic off of shrooms
Reminisced on all them cook-ups, gettin' dusted off the fumes
Kept my mask on (mask on)
Watch a fiend load the glass and get his blast on
Heat rocks, sheat rocks soon as I turn the gas on (yeah)
Next time they rap about you, it's gon' be a sad song (for my big homie)
Bitch, I guarantee it (bitch), but f*ck a nigga
These Europeans, they still don't seem to treat us like human beings
We way too busy bustin' at each other for us to see it (yeah)
They stripped me of my culture and my language
I still flipped and got famous, platinum card, no, no complainin'
Nearly tipped you a slight of anus (nearly tipped you a slight of anus)
I saw that shit on BET, I had to do it myself (yeah)
Just keep them rat hoes out your crew when you accruin' your wealth (yeah)
Don't ever force no ho to screw you, boy, you screwin' yourself (f*ck nigga)
Too many sex crimes, sex scenes, Weinstein, Epstein
Them crackers rich forever, you black, they want the whole thing
R. Kelly singing for commissary
And, no, I don't condone the shit he did, but he got heat in my library
I'm gone, nigga (I'm out of here, woo, shit)
Yeah, uh, if I say another word, I might get canceled
I stay posted in the castle 'cause the streets ain't worth the hassle (nah)
Got the player of the decade trophy, posted on my mantle
Who you f*ckin' with, ho? (Yeah)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard (Rabbit, nigga)
(You get what I'm sayin', nigga) once you have located your seat
We ask you that you please step out of the aisle (yeah)
So the passengers behind you can pass you
This will expedite our boarding process (uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your large carry-on items need to go in the overhead (yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Willie Wilson, Andrew Nicholas Papaleo, Brian Massaka Victorsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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