D-pryde - Wings Up lyrics

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D-pryde - Wings Up lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah Wings up Wings up Somebody shut that place down [Verse 1:] Oh my God who just came in Colder than your basement Flaming asian Satan Got these ladies going apish I'm Adidas, you're so K-Swiss I'm so brandish, you're no name-ish Every party we walk into is an A-List Cause we asian, every city, state, or some province Every party that I'm in I'm the asian Ray Romano baby, Everybody Loves Ramen You can't beat at tucan Ridin' 'round in my Honda Pulling in my Corolla But I stunt like I'm in a Bugatti Is that short tan chicky boy That looks like he's a Jonas Be banging mad secretaries Have you slinding my outfits Your girl be on her period But she kissing where my colon is Haters want to hate But we don't even break face Cause the chicken are all over They should position their lips I'm Jordan, I'm Kobe I'm everything you wanna be Awesomely my chick look like The economy, going down Big-headed boy, I'm Charlie Brown Psycho but I got that gnarly sound Underestimating my culture now Every movement looks like It's a Far East wow I got alot of game Your girl be hollaring I got a flock of birds Cause I got that Wocka flame I could bring Tell it to the table If you ask for it In the house in my back court I'm your father kid, I take that [?] [Verse 2:] Oh my, I do it Hates want a bit of me Since you visit my youtube I could say it went down in some history Methaphors and similies be tearing up These rap cats Strands of sweaty black Hairy sticking out in my snap-back Net beef, I'm past that Rough how I play Sub tweeting people That's what we call tough nowadays I can't believe it, you serious Where the good music go Got the stupid flow, so musical And my lyrics like my girl, so beautiful Holy cow, punching like I'm Rocky With no watts so they call me brokey now I won't stop 'till I'll be am wearing Hugo and them rolex, go hard is what they told me Some I'm stoney when I come around Que pasa senioritas, we a team That pleases D-cups in this game There's only one eye, no Leela This a warm up for all them haters That they tryin' to get right next to me I'm rocking mics respectively I wreck this beat, Prizzy bye [Outro:] Pryde, Pryde, D Pryde, Pryde, D Pryde, Pryde, D Pryde, Pryde Wings up Wings up Put your wings up Everybody in the God damn building Let me see you put your wings up