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Discography of WIL$ON

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Lyrics

It’s the preacher kid, been dabbling in the sinning life
Lord help me, 
I’ve dabbled in unhealthy type
Habits in pursuit of becoming wealthy I’m Obie Trice
HIp hops gem I’m making the new rappers delight
At it 7 years I’m battling with the fight or flight
After 10 beers I’m spitting scripture I may be christ
Sitting here thinking it’s worth it cuz shit I might be nice
Yeah baby yo hoeness deleted just come sit it in rice
Sit it in my lap soon after we go our separate ways/
I been in the field all week n we just run different plays/
Ah this thing here foresight, is just a different gaze/
Off the slave ship but really it’s just a different cage/
Last year was the last year I’m being humble/
Been an OutKast quiet as mumbling in a jungle/

Gotta a few road blocks I’ve stumbled on I’ve fumbled bags/
Anna Wintour all summer I make the Prada mad/
Congress in a stimulus season I spent the winter plain/
Ian with a finsta account I had to share the pain/

All these fake Patriots crying thinking they Robert Craft/
Wishing I grew up in the 80’s I’d give a brick a bath/
Paul pierce throwback I figure I’ll give legit a stab/
Feel like they can tell when you healing and wanna peel the scab/
I call her a bitch and she tell me I resemble my dad/
I was just dividing her legs now I’m looking to add/

Hurt people always seem to hurt people n shit
Hurt people always seem to hurt people n shit

1-800-HEARTBREAK

Hurt People

Lyrics

Ran up in the spot me and the K
Talk calm to me fore you decay
Found his work caught him right where he lay
Name is Wil$on but did not come to play
AYE
AYE
fuck with me this is not what you want
I was broke now I’m up Imma taunt 
Sig hitting notes just like Avant
Masterful with it they call me savant 
Boujie wit it sip my tea with croissant
My new bitch an actress she love to tease
Broke her down now she all on her knees
Baby get up we do not roll with fleas
Whipping that Tesla she toss me the keys
UH
Never told a lie once
Might’ve caught a body twice
Threw a party on the 3rd 
Drinking problem threw up right on the curb
Coco Gauff only right that I serve
Never bothered but y’all got me Perturbed
UH
I will not lie you niggas got me hot
They ain’t pat me got my gun in the spot
Young and trippin member when I would flock
Now when I drop these bitches gone flock
Might sign with Hov and get rich off the Roc
Make bread off of pills that’s just how I deal
I really get ignant they know me for feels
I’m shooting a movie y’all catching the reels
I’m giving me chills
I’m shooting these stills
Been selling these swags 
Start giving me steals
But never ran out I’m giving refills 
Head shoting the game been racking up kills
The pressure is heavy im bending the levy
Moe rolling the grass a knockout im Teddy
I ride with a toaster cuz niggas is jelly
Can’t wait to stain yo seats like wasted spaghetti 
Ah
Born out the struggle im telling ya
Evil intentions im petty ah
Know to haunt dreams im Freddy 
Y’all still think I’m coming off mean I’m yelling ha!

Anthem

Lyrics

They call me
Mr. Dumbass
Mr. Heartbreak


Mr.Nut fast
Ms I need space 


Mr. Come last 
This a sweepstakes


Mr. Sabotage
I don’t leave grace 


Verse
 
Imma just be me and fuck it up 
No need me be such and such 
Egg shell walk like double Dutch
Speak my mind but mussle much

See we got beef fine deli cuts
That roast have me on double crutch
I feel but not real touchy touch
I trip  then pearls she double clutch

Trip light more like greatest fails
Low patience I fuck with Zelle

If shit take time like cash app
You might catch tude off contact

Bitch gone go through my contacts 
And see if  hates more abstract 

Gas light it wasn’t like that
And that Old news wasnt like that

Mr. Heartbreak

1 - 800 - Heartbreak Interlude

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Lyrics
Riding wit a suicidal click
I been disrespectful since a jit 
Far from perfect that I must admit
Tell ya folks to ease up off the dick

Tell ya ma I love her least I’m trying
I been toxic least since 99’
Made up texts I told you bitches lying 
Piece of shit I told you quit the crying

Water works don’t work I’m from the turf
Alien don’t think I’m from the earth
Get it out the mud or outcha purse 
Kendrick cousin told you we was cursed

BUSY be the Army get the nurse
Fuck the love I’m in it for the perks 
Fuck the drugs I’m high as 50 percs 
Going bad I’ll try it if it works 


Now if the chain on ya neck cost 4 keys
You gone need more than the police
Ask Wat U Sed like Doechii
You ain’t gotta ask niggas know me!

Look I get madder than mad get
Light it and pass it
Blame me for heartaches I love me a ratchet
Who be holding the ratchet 
Bank account is a mattress 
Go for hoes cuz I’m mad cis
Peeped the game from my sisters you hate me why? Ask sis
Got a few things to address 
See I know how to hurt em just limit they access

No ma’am 
That’s no Gram
Tinted whip down payment like 4 grand
So ho hum cuz we can’t hold hands
We ain’t kin, ain’t homies,ain’t no fam

MR.PERFECT

Lyrics
Look bae be, uh
I don’t really wanna be hurt no mo
I don’t wanna fall to the dirt no mo
I don’t wanna spy wanna lurk no mo

Look bae be, woo
Ion wanna carry this curse no mo
Bury my pain Don’t work no mo 
Mary J Blige don’t want no mo

Verse
Am I insane with it?
Repeat same thang wit it?
Bad bitch plane Jane innit
My house got rain in it
And My chest got pains in it
It won’t pump and I’m banging it
Prollly self inflicted 
My best thoughts come when I’m conflicted 
I love love thinking I’m addicted 
And for my Mill I done angered Richard
Pissed off Cupid, Brushed off pastors
 see in they face they holding laughter
Opened doors and been closing chapters
Think my days came swearing it’s the rapture
And If its my time I’m blazing glory 
Stressing hoes out and left a story
Paint these grey hairs resemble Maury
Don’t let these dog hoes start speaking for me

WISHFUL THINKING

SDA STREET RAPS (REMASTERED)

NEGLIGENT

SAGITTARIUS

MYSTIC

SACAI

Z Not 3

TINMAN

RANT, RAVE

IFFY/PUNK

Lyrics-
Had to check my angel numbers 
Link right now cuz I’m bad with numbers
Ducked off I done had tragic summers
I’m a Baby boy ask Jody Summers
I’m afraid of toys cuz these babies gunners
try to Stahl but these cameras flutter
these grams is poppin her look a cutter
Our life at stake with the Garlic butter
I love the hood bitch we are the gutter

Last bitch prolly my greatest fail
Had the greatest brain prolly greatest tail
Now I reminisce prolly my greatest tale
Shit last week prolly my greatest flail
I’m Steady rising they bread is stale 
Waiter please bring mine with the extra Kale 
Ain’t the smartest nigga but the pen is Yale
Even hardest niggas can’t rebuke a shell
Join the team,I got hooper dreams
Hustla baby I got wings and things
Only feature missing is a triple beam
Speaking my mind I be airing steam

Air a grievance, I missed the theme
Wearing dubb Merch about sipping lean

Will I stop yet it’s a mystery,Selfish nigga I’m Mr Me
Cuz when I help they hide it black history

I got class nigga I got juice for sale
I don’t want the game if the user pale 
I been clinging to a dream tooth and nail
Fuck you thought bitch i done got used to L’s
Imma fold under pressure like suit lapels?
Mixtape bout nothing like A younger Wale

Niggas thought

222 Freestyle

Lyrics


Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

So what I over indulge 
Losing the popular votes
Habits that might’ve be gross
Mirrored myself after goats

Feelings dead must’ve been ghosts
Edited in after post
Checking the body for pulse 
Mind might’ve altered results

Did I imagine the shit?
Brain cells I killed don’t forget

Bonds I formed gone in a sec
Hands broke on Patek patech

Scene I leave tragic a mess
Tweets bout as sad as it gets 
Whimpered  bout cooling our jets
Texts filled with sadness regret

Missing lil baby vagine 
Ruled under newest regime

Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

Bitch I’m perfect,Typa nigga you worship
So what got a lil Burfict

Got a lil temper 
Type heat up in November 
2 time repeat offender

Might black out on a bender
Back out and pass out the splendor 

Spazz out and drift Till December 
Hoping that y’all don’t remember 

Gas light the notion 
Poking and prodding provokin
Crying and blaming the potion
Blonde moment frank ocean

How I’m moving slow motion
Girl I need ya de-votion 
slim chance of pro-motion
time movin we frozen
Til I suffer implosion

INSANITY

New Version

Jody On Acid ft Meechy Darko and Scottie Le'Jour

Lyrics
Some one get they man’s before they don’t have no mo homie
Look here Bitch I ain’t yo twin I ain’t yo Kin I ain’t yo brodie 
Plenty Days spent on the edge I’m finna leave and go meet Kobe
See my granny go see Josh and go see Phife I’m no Jarobi

Worked my fingers in some rags and to the bone I feel like doeby 
I done punched so many numbers and I still ain’t got my rollie 
It’s no wonder why I’m late so much my sorrow got me cozy
If Olympics had awards for feeling sorry run the trophy 


How many pills it take to rot a nigga center
Don’t think God hear my repentance cuz he know I’ll die a sinner
Tatt a arrow on my head went on bender after bender
Might not be the prince that’s told Better off just asking Ginger

Or ask that bitch all in my face right now she know so much
Lil mrs perfect pussy carved straight of the golden rush
Silver slugger threw a jab I swear it landed flush
Left me flat and outta air that’s why they call it crush


Hook
 me against world
Got damn
I’d take em all if I can 
I gave em all that I am
I took the ball and I ran
Don’t get calling my spam
I gave em all that I can
I gave em all that I am
I gave it all

Me v World

Lyrics-

I Left my heart with the last bitch 
I find it harder to last wit
The mindset I’m far from average
Bitch I’m a star like Patrick 

I’m tripping balls that acid 
Or was it a pill or Cognac
I done forget I ain’t on that
I cut my loss I ain’t going back 

I kicked her ass to the curb, more like she did me dirt
More life more chances to get me hurt
Caught lacking my feelings gone get me murked/
Keep me busy, less thinking man gimmie work/
For I fall for a smile and a tiny skirt
You know it ain’t that bad women did me worse
I know it’s some real niggas that’s screaming church (churchhhh)

Well bet it up, 
I got some nerve I been doing much worser 
Bitch at Merced she was living off Mercer
Known for pop ups I was smashing my cursor/
Smashing that like button all in them dm’s/
Slide through the day and arrive in the PM
Out real late now my eyes look Korean
But all seeing with 3rd eye like Tien

Foreal
That’s how I know things ain’t good as you say it
You feeling a way and just too scared to say it

Seeing you struggle with options bae weigh it out
Treat that shit like the bathroom and air it out

Treat that shit like a bandaid and pull it off
I ain’t holding you Hostage call Willis off
I’m a fighter no Joey or chandler Ross 
Double dutched switching sides I feel double crossed 

Double dumb tweedle dee still be looking flee 
Roller coaster my life I’m still screaming WEEEE
I can see why my niggas abusing weed
I spend all of time on designers B’s
I spent most of my cash on designer t’s

If we argue I’m probably deflecting lessons
Dumping shit in yo lap for my own projection
Momma told me the tongue is a lethal weapon
So I lick on the  pussy receive my blessings

Discography of WIL$ON

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