Sickboyrari - WRAPPED UP lyrics
[Sickboyrari - WRAPPED UP lyrics]
Only sliding with twins
That my glimes for sure
Pucci frames on, 'cause I'm geeked on the low
Sliding, stepping, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin' on Forgis
Tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh
Let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang
Gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
And I shed a tear, dirty cup filled up
I'm all wrapped up like the Taliban boys
Them boys have doves
I ain't playing for sure
Hoppin' out, we wrapped up
Throw thе bands on the floor
Only sliding with twins
That my glimes for sure
Pucci framеs on, cause I'm geeked on the low
Sliding, stepping, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin' on Forgis
Tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh
Let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang
Gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
That my glimes for sure
Pucci frames on, 'cause I'm geeked on the low
Sliding, stepping, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin' on Forgis
Tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh
Let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang
Gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
And I shed a tear, dirty cup filled up
I'm all wrapped up like the Taliban boys
Them boys have doves
I ain't playing for sure
Hoppin' out, we wrapped up
Throw thе bands on the floor
Only sliding with twins
That my glimes for sure
Pucci framеs on, cause I'm geeked on the low
Sliding, stepping, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin' on Forgis
Tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh
Let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang
Gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war