Wild (feat. Swayzee) - Yarden

Hey Wild, wild West (Wild, wild) And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant) And I bought some land, I invest (Who?) Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh) Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa) Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang) Introduce you to the gang with your Bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a) Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns) You can get whacked in a week (Whacked) She got a big old booty Good physique (Ooh, hoo) In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Heard) She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad) A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash) New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes) Blow your brains, turn you to a sunroof (Blow your brains) Make the stick kit hit, kung-fu (Wah) Spend a hundred, let the zombie hunt you (Spend a hundred) Get you whacked when I sneeze, hachoo (Hachoo, whacked) Millionaires comin' through in white suits (Millionaires) Send the gang to come and snipe you (Send the gang) No good flame, hit 'em with the right you (No good flame) She givin' brain, this an In-N-Out move (Woo) I'ma put her in a Rover, fuck her in her Fashion Nova (Who?) Baguettes in the AP and it's cold like Minnesota ('Guettes) Double up the dose she put a four up in the soda (Four) Tryna get this 'yola while the devil on my shoulder ('Yola) Like a snake, bet the stick bite, your ass just like a cobra Nigga hate, fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck her on the cover When you up, yeah, they love you, don't forget about your brother 55 Bel Air, I got it bloody, When I gut it (Gut it) Thought I was a sucker, make the chopper uppercut him (Uh) Gotta meet up with the gang, I'm like the coach, I call the huddle (Gang) Drippin' when I'm steppin', ot me leavin' back a puddle (Woo) Get a nigga stretched, real quiet, real subtle (Stretched) Big dawg status, don't play with this shit (Beast) Fuck around and spend a half a mil' on a hit (Who?) I'ma make a million off the rip (Who?) And I can snap my fingers, get you flipped (Hey) Wild, wild West (Wild, wild) And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant) And I bought some land, I invest (Who?) Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh) Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa) Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (message) And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang) Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a) Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns) You can get whacked in a week (Whacked) She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo) In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey) She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad) A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash) New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes) I'm the man with the plan (Uh-huh) I could put a shark on land (Shark on land) They like, "Damn, that nigga cool as a fan" (Cool as a fan) Drippin', leakin' like a faucet again (Faucet again) I got real pretty vibes in the pad (In the pad) Just a spot, got Chanel pot and pans (Chanel pot and pans) Lamborghini, come catch it if you can (Catch it if you can) Your girl want it and I'm dressing like the ranch (I'm dressin' like the ranch) Fifty thousand for the car, fuck the cost, just sit back, slime paintin Slidin' like a hawk, hard top but any given time it come off (Any given time it come off) Baguettes in the face got my time hella off (Time hella off) Headed from the South to the North (North) Gunna worldwide, I be drippin' hot sauce (Hot sauce) I done put my balls in the hole like golf (Golf) I'm the one they call when the bros take a loss (Call when the bros take a loss) Had to keep it real with you, dawg (Uh-huh) Pour a pint in a liter and it still ain't dissolve (Nah) When I land, got my greeter overseas in the mall Type of Porsche is two-seater, I'ma speed it and park (I'm speedin') Cops pulled me over, I had weed in my drawers, Yeezys Balmains, diamonds, you can see 'em in the dark (On God) All blue but I'm slime, fuck your mind and your thoughts (Thoughts) Killin' while we ride in the red, triple cross, triple cross Wild, wild West (Wild, wild) And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant) And I bought some land, I invest (Who?) Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh) Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa) Bought a Richard Millie you get the message And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang) Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a) Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns) You can get whacked in a week (Whacked) She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo) In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey) She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad) A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash) New baguettes, they look like water out the sea Baguettes)

I'm going wild Cause I've got nowhere else to go And I feel young And you can't take away my soul Tell me what got into you I feel a cold wind blowing through, oh no Hold my hand, don't feel so blue Feel my heartbeat Feel my heart You can sell me out But you can never take my joy away or bring me down You know I'm not wrong When you have something you love, it feels like home I'm going wild Cause I've got nowhere else to go And I feel young And you can't take away my soul You can't take away my soul You can't take away my soul Tell me what got into you I feel a cold wind blowing through, oh no Hold my hand don't feel so blue Feel my heartbeat Only know that love is true I feel it now, I always knew, oh no Hold my hand don't feel so blue Feel my heartbeat You can sell me out But you can never take my joy away or bring me down You know I'm not wrong When you have something you love, it feels like home I'm going wild Cause I've got nowhere else to go And I feel young And you can't take away my soul You can't take away my soul You can't take away my soul

Hello, son, you're ready, to come into the air We can't wait to hold you and rock you to sleep in your rocking chair Before you know it, you'll be standing Crashing 'round the house like bandits, all day You can't get into too much trouble Nothing's gonna stop me from loving you always My wild, wild son, run free Ooh, you'll know it when you're where you're supposed to be Ooh, my wild, wild son, run free Ooh, you'll know it when you're living out your dream Someday when you leave the house And the open road calls Just know your heart won't lie to you If you learn to listen close When you meet your queen, go, get her Make sure that she knows you'll love her, always 'Fore you know it, your own child's standing You can crash around with them like bandits all day My wild, wild son, run free (run free) Ooh, you'll know it when you're where you're supposed to be Ooh, my wild, wild son, run free Ooh, you'll know it when you're living out your dream Ooh, my wild, wild son, run free Ooh, you'll know it when you're living out your dream

We've got to work it out I'm tired of hearing the excuses Your words don't mean a thing, it's useless We've got to work it out And I think that it's 'bout time that I read the signs If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong I've got everything that I could need The pages that I write Is the story of my life Let's get into it girl You've been messing with my man And you know that I can't stand it You're making eyes at him You can't touch what you can't have So baby, you should watch your back We've got to work it out I'm tired of hearing the excuses Your words don't mean a thing, it's useless We've got to work it out The pages that I write Is the story of my life We've got to work it out I'm tired of hearing the excuses Your words don't mean a thing, it's useless We've got to work it out And I think that it's 'bout time that I read the signs If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong I've got everything that I could need The pages that I write Is the story of my life Let's get into it girl You've been messing with my man And you know that I can't stand it You're making eyes at him You can't touch what you can't have So baby you should watch your back We've got to work it out I'm tired of hearing the excuses Your words don't mean a thing, it's useless We've got to work it out And I think that it's 'bout time that I read the signs We've got to work it out I'm tired of hearing the excuses Your words don't mean a thing, it's useless We've got to work it out The pages that I write Is the story of my life If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong If you think you know Just what I need That's where you're wrong