We The Wiggle

Tell me I'm special type
On a new level type
Not at all bout the hype
Keeping you out of sight
Move my king got your knight
Can't even see the light
You know I'm bout to fight
Smoke it up need the light

Pull up like dynamite
Double my other wife
She gon get sodomized
Pop em like Columbine
She is just one of mine
Money it's money time
He did the running man
Pussy it's running time

Shooter I don't dribble
Declan and Diggles
Me and Chris Weiss putting Kelly in a pickle
Malcom in the Middle
Nolan with the kibble
Pulled up four deep
We the wiggles

Hit the mustard then I had you playing ketchup
I had a single cup but it's a fat cup
I was down bad but now I'm back up
And shit goes well even with bad luck
Call me pop a lot cause I pop pills I pop a lot
I was chilling sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot
My homie said that I'm a dog bitch I bark a lot
I was pissing on a tree so I could mark my spot
Had to take first give you number two
I got three watches on two wrists that's true
I go on and on like Erykah Badu
I took eight shots then I woke up with a bruise
Catch me wearing lotion pouring potions in the ocean
On a rollercoaster coasting into motion
I'm mad presidential don't check my credentials
I got potential but I know it's not essential
Heard that last bar then it made me giggle
I don't sleep unrest like it's civil
She fucked a cucumber turned it to a pickle
Said "you wanna come over" I said "not even a little"
Four nickel hit his top leave him cross eyed
Fat dudes forcing me to eat hot fries
Bitch don't let me fuck cause she only fuck with hot guys
So my feelings were pretty hurt
Damn I'm boutta get turnt
Throw a seed at a chicken, catch a fish with a worm
Getting mad at my blunt
Like Disco Inferno burn baby burn

Big burn I'm fired up
Goddamn Nolan I'm tired as fuck
All night been wired as fuck
I be climbing on the bed like higher as fuck
Big wet boss man hired a duck
I be cumming on her backside from in her butt

I be looking at the icicles staring straight up
I been looking at the lightning hope I get struck

Lil brother Benjamin Frank I'm like a tank
Young G sniffing the paint I'm boutta faint
Fucked too many hoes now I'm only shooting blanks
You wanna fucking get it nah bitch no I can't
Broke up with me dang now you're hanging with the lames
And the only thing changed is the size of the chains

Recording with no underwear on I let it hang
Beefing with the beehive damn that shit stang
She took her underwear off and it stank

Ooh, that's smelly
Like a girl with long hair like Felly

I was locked up in Utah but I had a celly

I just got a Cashapp, Zelle, no Venmo
I ain't got no money steal a beat it's not a rental
Pop it like a Mento
I'm just going mental
Leave her in the friend zone she can be a friend
Hit him with the elbow break him till he dead
Pull up at the farm we was at the shed
Shoot him in his arm, photo creds
Fucking in the graveyard I don't want a bed

I was fucking in the graveyard I don't even fuck a lot
Jumping in the halls I was aw- ah
Jumping in the halls I would always touch the top
Damn
And the middle too
I had a real estate agent back in middle school
I'm a really gay Asian you a little too
I'm a super straight dude but you kinda cute
In the urinal I just took a little poop

I'm back
I had to pee
I was looking for porn in my Twitter feed
Now I gotta go
BRB



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Writer(s): Max Ward
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