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弱肉強食この world to be sure
きりぬけてく you’re so independent
You never ever fear
負けず嫌いの性格がいいけど
笑顔の隙間 just one second
見てしまった tears

No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

Wonder Woman…

プレッシャーこそ私のエクスタシー
言い切る強気うらはらに
溢れてくストレス
反動で溺れてくラブストーリー
そこに未来などないのに
脱ぎ捨てるの dress?

No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around

You don’t need to be perfect
誰にだって
泣きたい日がある
Girl you’ll shine one day

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around

Wonder Woman…

[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Intro: Tee Grizzley and Lil Durk]
Durk what up, where you at?
I’m on Normal gang
What you tryna do?
Throwin’ stacks at Magic, today’s Monday right?
So we at that bitch come on
Bout to pull up

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas
That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers
I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They bookin’ Tee Grizzley they know that I’m wit him
Why you keep barkin, they ain’t check the artist
We all in the section got 50’s on 50’s
Real niggas, street niggas
And we gon’ link wit the gangs
And we come to yo city (gang gang)
I need VIP bar
Them dracos gotta be close to us
We don’t fuck with no rappers
So I never show, can’t let chubbs get close to em
You post want flyers, I’ma hire every killer in the city
Try to go to it
They ain’t got no buzz
They don’t show no love
I know some cuz, bloods
They cool with us, ya
I know some shorties that’s still up in school
You tweakin’ cuz they is gone kill for a stack
You poppin’ them xanies you better not lack
You play wit the dead, no takin it back

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
My opps don’t die everyday
That’s cuz I ain’t beefin’ wit rookies
Yo enemies saw you and didn’t do nothing
That’s cuz you be beefin’ with pussies
I got some Crips that’s killas
Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie
I got four bloods with 50’s
Don’t tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets
Me and Durk go there they ain’t pattin us down
Get the sticks in and we pass em around
I feel at home when I’m out of town
I be 300 like Kevin no Leonidas
Me and Roc still sendin’ out J-Pays
Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay
He say he live login from a fake page
They over there, go get that drac thang
Free my nigga Mark Meezy
Used to lay in niggas bushes
Yo mama died that’s yo fault
We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of looking
A nigga get he ups on me?
I know them niggas gon’ cook me
If I beef wit a rapper I’ma book him
Come to my shows I’m strapped wit a 40

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse 1]
Okay, I’m selling bitches swag
Fuck with me it cost a fee
Birthing bitches, nursing bitches
Smack your ass since I released
Ain’t a bitch that’s fucking with me
Who got next, they saying me
Bitch I’m Asian, I’m a doll
Who you study trying to be
Bitch I be cooling it, bitches on that stupid shit
Pop off at the mouth, I set it off
But I ain’t Boosie bitch
Niggas wanna know, but if she bout it
Let me school ‘em quick
Where your pen and paper
I’ma body any goofy bitch
Taxing for a feature
You a lil’ Felicia
Scoring end zone
You be sitting on the bleachers
Bitches been my sons
I’m a youngin’, and a keeper
Keep up bitch, stop that acting
You a actor
These bitches tripping thinking that they nigga safe
Put my pussy on his face he say he like the way I taste
Aye, ride him twice, for the dick you know I might
I don’t gotta argue with him, he forget you for the night
Let me glow you up bitch
See me do not post shit
Donkey of the day
I gotta tell him, then I stroke it
Pulling on my bundles, cause he bouta rock it so whip
Thirsty for attention
Grab a soda, bitch you over
How you figure you a bummy that’s a shame lil bitch
I know they mad, I’m undefeated, I can’t tame I’m rich
Quick to pop off, fake the mouth
Your fingers stank as shit
Big bars, pretty barb
Kiss the handkerchief

[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
Oh my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux

[Verse 2]
Now if you got a problem with the doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to the orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table
Now if you got a problem with the Doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to an orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table

[Bridge]
Bitch!
You know what the fuck I’m doing
Asian Doll shit, the doll way
I’m the baddest in any motherfucking where I walk in, period
Haha, yeah

[Verse 3]
Asian Doll, I’m the baddest of them all
I’m a youngin’, and I’m spoiled
Sell that pussy you a fraud
Cut the tree, and count the paper
Niggas love me I don’t save ‘em
I’m just sitting on some acres
Drop that nigga like a label (dropped his ass!)
I did it with no deal and your mad
I could’ve been your mama cause I’m fucking on your dad
Your titties need a lift, that’s why your walking round sad
Diamonds on my face, when I think it’s like flash!
You can never be me, why you envy, that’s a big deal
I’m giving bitches clout, link with me get clientele
It’s a shame, you pushing a mustang
I only hop in foreigns, bitch my ego can obtain
Since I started, been the same
What happened to you?
Selling swag to the homeless, here a luncheable boo
Can’t believe when you see me, stare at me like the news
Only thing that you eating, six foot like a broom

[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
On my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux