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Western Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Cicle
Featuring: BoeBonds
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: BRAYAN CRESPO




Lil Cicle - Western Lyrics




[ Featuring BoeBonds ]

Klocked out
I tried to hit the wood
But I got socked out

Dude got one pistol
And a plug
And think he hot now

Puffing out the P
You still smoking
Onna black and mild

10th grade
Was joogin for the pape
Kuhz I was not a child

Step back
And hit him in his shit
Like he a pedophile

I kan tell you
Bout some krazy shit
But I ain't tryna gossip

It was late nights
Was On them streets
And I was next to possums

Threw Temper tantrum
In all black
Something like a gothic



Beat her Doonies down
And have this bitch
Roller coaster

When I hit her
With this poll
I'm a have lil baby Voting

I done bounced out
And pulled my mask up
Like it's Covid

Tryna terrorize the opps
With pure flame
Now they tortured

I done rolled a dead opp
He got me
Choking in the orbit

Used to slap the weed daily
Shauniboe
A flamethrower

I done whip the 40 out
And cocked it back
FUUCK

I said I whipped the 40 out
And cocked it back
Like Clint Eastwood

Frontier
Was on the money route
I like to chief woods

My older bitch
Done gave me kitty kat
I'm like the cheeks good

Starving Marvin
Chittering again
I think he needs food

Brody told the cat
Up in the hat
I gotta thing 2

Say another thing
Then you gone scream
And prolly bleed too

Aux cord
Forget about the plug
They Call me Bluetooth

Raider fan
Went to Las Vegas
Now I'm he inna tomb

And every time
You saw me with a mask
I was Dr doom

Everytime you see me
With a mask
I'm Rey mysterio

My brother tryna
Leave a hole in Brody
Like a cheerio

Coming off the bench
With buck shot
Was Ricky Rubio

He red dead
I'm sorry no redemption
Just a funeral

He DOA
I'm sorry for your loss
Shit been getting hectic

The first band I touch
I told Brody
I'm a get a weapon

The next skit I pull
I told Brody
Ima hide in Texas

I really had to take
The gun charge
But ain't have the weapon

I really had to
Do a couple years
Don't you disrespect me

Baby tryna hang With
Ballers now
I'm fenna give her testies

Bet not say a thang
Keep it silent
Call that ho a Tesla

Brody copped some
Fire ass runts
And now we fenna test it

Smoking on the
Newest dead opp
And that shit is pressure

The glizzy not around
Then I prefer
To use Smith and Wesson

Walked down And
Give him lots of heat
Call it Armageddon

Stop asking for a nug
Pay the fee
Or that's all you getting

Okay
You gone listen to my raps
Do you get the message

Did some grimy shit
Was locked up
And I was reading westerns

Yeah I did
Alotta mainey shit
Im Mr Wild Western

It's the gold rush
You looking lost
Then i give directions
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Klocked out
I tried to hit the wood
But I got socked out

Dude got one pistol
And a plug
And think he hot now

Puffing out the P
You still smoking
Onna black and mild

10th grade
Was joogin for the pape
Kuhz I was not a child

Step back
And hit him in his shit
Like he a pedophile

I kan tell you
Bout some krazy shit
But I ain't tryna gossip

It was late nights
Was On them streets
And I was next to possums

Threw Temper tantrum
In all black
Something like a gothic



Beat her Doonies down
And have this bitch
Roller coaster

When I hit her
With this poll
I'm a have lil baby Voting

I done bounced out
And pulled my mask up
Like it's Covid

Tryna terrorize the opps
With pure flame
Now they tortured

I done rolled a dead opp
He got me
Choking in the orbit

Used to slap the weed daily
Shauniboe
A flamethrower

I done whip the 40 out
And cocked it back
FUUCK

I said I whipped the 40 out
And cocked it back
Like Clint Eastwood

Frontier
Was on the money route
I like to chief woods

My older bitch
Done gave me kitty kat
I'm like the cheeks good

Starving Marvin
Chittering again
I think he needs food

Brody told the cat
Up in the hat
I gotta thing 2

Say another thing
Then you gone scream
And prolly bleed too

Aux cord
Forget about the plug
They Call me Bluetooth

Raider fan
Went to Las Vegas
Now I'm he inna tomb

And every time
You saw me with a mask
I was Dr doom

Everytime you see me
With a mask
I'm Rey mysterio

My brother tryna
Leave a hole in Brody
Like a cheerio

Coming off the bench
With buck shot
Was Ricky Rubio

He red dead
I'm sorry no redemption
Just a funeral

He DOA
I'm sorry for your loss
Shit been getting hectic

The first band I touch
I told Brody
I'm a get a weapon

The next skit I pull
I told Brody
Ima hide in Texas

I really had to take
The gun charge
But ain't have the weapon

I really had to
Do a couple years
Don't you disrespect me

Baby tryna hang With
Ballers now
I'm fenna give her testies

Bet not say a thang
Keep it silent
Call that ho a Tesla

Brody copped some
Fire ass runts
And now we fenna test it

Smoking on the
Newest dead opp
And that shit is pressure

The glizzy not around
Then I prefer
To use Smith and Wesson

Walked down And
Give him lots of heat
Call it Armageddon

Stop asking for a nug
Pay the fee
Or that's all you getting

Okay
You gone listen to my raps
Do you get the message

Did some grimy shit
Was locked up
And I was reading westerns

Yeah I did
Alotta mainey shit
Im Mr Wild Western

It's the gold rush
You looking lost
Then i give directions
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Writer: BRAYAN CRESPO
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm

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