"Willy Wonka" lyrics
You ready, Ejay?
Right now it's four o'clock in Atlanta
Let's go
I ain't goin' to sleep, what's next?
Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked
How the hell I done took a Xan' and I ain't been to sleep?
I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak (Okay)
Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three (Okay)
Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me
Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan
Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land
Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland
When you feelin' like this, you can be who you want to be
I'm too high, baby, come get geeked
You know Poppa was a rollin' stone, been rollin' 'bout a week
You know Poppa get his roll on, I feel like Bryan B
Spend a ten on this fit, like bitch, I'm Mannie Fresh
Know my lil' youngin keep that chopper like he BG
You know I'm still short stoppin' like I'm DGT
Make it your last time coppin' when you shop with me
I might just reopen the doghouse, rest in peace to Meechie
Can't wait until they let my dog out, free Caprice
Told her, "Swallow, don't spit nothin' out when you eat it" (Okay)
Why I fuck her with my gun out? 'Cause she the creepiest (Okay)
But I like that shit, Q3 might fuck an opp baby mama, make her wife and shit
Fuck around and take the son out, buy him some new Nikes and shit
Every time we set the trend, they gon' follow and gon' bite the shit
Talkin' 'bout they don't go in until the sun up, Vamp life and shit
Give a fuck 'bout what they say 'bout me, they talked about Jesus Christ and shit
Shorty said she go both ways for me, 'cause she know that I like the shit
Hold on, two redbones kissin' in the backseat
Told them boys they doin' it dead wrong tryna do it like me
Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked
How the hell I done took a Xan and I ain't been to sleep?
I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak
Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three
Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me
Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan
Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land
Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland (Like Willy Wonka)
Right now it's four o'clock in Atlanta
Let's go
I ain't goin' to sleep, what's next?
Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked
How the hell I done took a Xan' and I ain't been to sleep?
I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak (Okay)
Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three (Okay)
Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me
Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan
Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land
Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland
When you feelin' like this, you can be who you want to be
I'm too high, baby, come get geeked
You know Poppa was a rollin' stone, been rollin' 'bout a week
You know Poppa get his roll on, I feel like Bryan B
Spend a ten on this fit, like bitch, I'm Mannie Fresh
Know my lil' youngin keep that chopper like he BG
You know I'm still short stoppin' like I'm DGT
Make it your last time coppin' when you shop with me
I might just reopen the doghouse, rest in peace to Meechie
Can't wait until they let my dog out, free Caprice
Told her, "Swallow, don't spit nothin' out when you eat it" (Okay)
Why I fuck her with my gun out? 'Cause she the creepiest (Okay)
But I like that shit, Q3 might fuck an opp baby mama, make her wife and shit
Fuck around and take the son out, buy him some new Nikes and shit
Every time we set the trend, they gon' follow and gon' bite the shit
Talkin' 'bout they don't go in until the sun up, Vamp life and shit
Give a fuck 'bout what they say 'bout me, they talked about Jesus Christ and shit
Shorty said she go both ways for me, 'cause she know that I like the shit
Hold on, two redbones kissin' in the backseat
Told them boys they doin' it dead wrong tryna do it like me
Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked
How the hell I done took a Xan and I ain't been to sleep?
I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak
Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three
Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me
Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan
Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land
Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland (Like Willy Wonka)
