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wolves at the door - big melancholy lyrics

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[intro]
trifle

[chorus: stilldyl]
first things first, it’s time to shake ground, in the eighth round
yeah, he think it out, we leave him face down
i’ma need my money in a case now
finna spin his block with a motherf*ckin’ tray pound
yeah, you know we spittin’ with that deep in effect
comin’ straight up out the chimney, yeah, i’m live and direct
i’ma pull up at the function, leave ’em f*ckin’ perplexed
we some wolves at the door and we came to collect

[verse 1: big melancholy]
i finish in it, i bust if i see a finger flinch and never gonna leave a witnеss
it’s hittin’ until i f*ckin’ get ’em
it’s super clеansing, i throw your lil’ b*tch a bone and she fetch it, and i bet that lil’ stupid
but remember i’m in the throat wit’ it
so much smoke, i need four, she needs to cope wit’ it
i got the bag for the low, just hit my phone wit’ it
lil’ b*tch, i came from the four, i’m at your door wit’ it
i don’t belong, i need to phone home
oh no, i’ll bust if i got the ozone
kick you in the nuts that you was stunting like a stone cold
bro, bro, you need to go get some new clothes
took a couple o’s on the low and get some new hoes
[bridge]
then go ahead and call me “wolf”
my fangs will shred all week

[verse 2: notions]
slide up in the function like a fan of thief
and you been on some bullsh*t, i can’t really f*cking let it be
leaving you a drama every time that you remember me
i’ma body you and who you, witch?
for the day i take my motherf*cking mask off
i got my soul as they protect me, better back off
i got some blessing when they see me take the hats off
we get to clean it through your body with the hacksaw
we like some mad dogs, f*ck out my face
talking to me? stupid little b*tch, lay your place
nineteen f*cking hungry, need some wolves out the gate
we gon’ f*cking eat ’cause we is not worth the wait
i’ma phantom gang, b*tch, f*ck what you say

[chorus: stilldyl]
first things first, it’s time to shake ground, in the eighth round
yeah, he think it out, we leave him face down
i’ma need my money in a case now
finna spin his block with a motherf*ckin’ tray pound
yeah, you know we spittin’ with that deep in effect
comin’ straight up out the chimney, yeah, i’m live and direct
i’ma pull up at the function, leave ’em f*ckin’ perplexed
we some wolves at the door and we came to collect

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