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Street Propaganda - Wyld (Rap) (Ft. Clipse)
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Street Propaganda Wyld (Rap) (Ft. Clipse)

Street Propaganda - Wyld (Rap) (Ft. Clipse)
[Verse 1: Wyld]
Chiddy, they ain't bring bills like church out
I coulda did anything, took the dirt route
Hundred thousand dollar cars when I murk out
Cardio in the kitchen get the work out
I can eyeball, I ain't gotta weigh that
Pure bills, better pray he get his face back
Started small ball, tre packs
Pull a drop, do a 1-2 wayback
I can get 'em to your door in an instant
Send a block, titty rock on the imprint
Money don't stop, over time, check my time clock
I'm takin' guap with me [?]
Oversize rocks chilling in my cool chain
Louis Vuitton, homie, down to the shoe string
Got money everywhere like Bruce Wayne
[?]

[Hook]
I got my arm, I got my hammer
Against the odds, I'm a gambler
Talking that street, proper gander
Them birds fly
I got three or four cops, how can you relate?
I got three or four spots, ten cities, five states
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