Top Songs By Sidarriss Wallace
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Sidarriss Wallace
Songwriter
Le'Quan Price
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hoowl
Lets go
Well alright
Yeah uh
Good morning fuck you the sun set we don't sleep
Knock 'em out we break teeth I pull up they retreat
Run this shit with both feet Kill E'm now or on the track
If I want I take that I slit throats don't tot gats
I gangbang with wolf packs Then I sign his toe tag
Then I blow his head off
You better hope it grow back
Flow nasty like door mates the whip got run flats
Yea Anubis that's my dog better check my rib tat
This my god flow I'm showin mercy to all
Niggas say they ain't fanatics but got my jersey on walls
Shows over ya bitch curtsy then the curtains a fall
Heard it was lies in my name I'm the wrong person to call
Aye X need them bars he knows who to call for a feature
Said go crazy so I begin to fall and have a seizure
I was born withdrawals but now I'm serving crack with ether
Flow Holier than thou moms in the choir dads a deacon
I had a convo wit myself just to live in the moment
My flow is omen but listen you get atonement
I need my flowers today i want an iris and lotus
I even got a rose on my Air Force I feel like the potus
Only the real ones would know this
Only a real one could wrote this
I parted ways with ya bitch now the real ones say Moses
Where the commandmtents in these songs now my Nigga stay focused
Barcino the mvp I'm Embiid no Jokic
Uh I set flame to the Bible what the fuck they lie for
I didn't even have to sit up to get this tight core
And life ant my bitch but she I die for
Me I am lion but I cause an up roar
This here a rough drought oops I meant a rough draft
I just copped a new Lamb and I even drop cash
They say my credit A one I say I'm all about beef
That's red bottoms you bitch I Keep em under my feet
The pen pad and the Glock I keep em both in my reach
And I even win no grammy but I'm writing my speech
Matter fact I might use this what's this in my fist
Yeah that's all my hopes and dreams Yeah I got a tight grip
Flow nasty like door mates the whip got run flats
Yea Anubis that's my dog Better check my rib tat
Heat sensor on the hammer you can get ya fear tracked
I put ya head between ya legs yea bitch bout that uh
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