Wiling Lyrics

Wiling lyrics

f/ Neph the Madman







Verse One: Neph The Madman







Forget your crew nigga there's no contest



The Hoodie Men we confresh and never less



I guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta die



Smoke, light L's engage in sex



Shorties with big breasts and round fat juicy asses



From the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas asses



We'll be in there with swimwear, who in there



The hoodie men we rock the spot



Who are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knot



So bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knew



That the sucka MC's get the D from my crew







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I'm wiling, the ism got me wiling



My shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum



I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling



The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum



I'm wiling, cuz niggies got me wiling



The ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum



I'm wiling, but Jackie got me wiling,



Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum







Verse Two: Neph







I gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every day



Well men don't care, mad bills to pay



And a bunch of more ho's, brothers drinking alizay



Damn, I'm high again, yo my girl drives me crazy



Insane pain in my brain it don't amaze me



Hated by her parents, feeling transparent



Dammit, and in two weeks we'll have a baby



Why? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolate



Now I'm high, mama kicked me out, not fair



Niggas everywhere and other niggas just stare



Screw me, some might want to do me the uzi



Cocked, till the nextman front and you'll get rocked



Cuz I got a daughter now plus I'm homeless, so shit is out of order how?



Do you do, here comes the man of two



Fucked up but I hope I'm getting through to you



Life is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don't die we just multiply







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Verse Three: Neph







Land and the area, damn we slam scarier I'm darin ya



You can bring your crew the more the merrier



America, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be are



Nasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right now



I'm ghost, and elephants around you on the ground



Who is he I don't know, just another John Doe



On the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds scream



Neph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O.



Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flow



Now you know, who's the motherfucker in town



You didn't know, your mothers my ho, you fucking glam tally-ho



Shout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for you



As soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just
begun







Chorus