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Wombo Combo
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Shotgun Willy
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Look at that up smash Happy Feet Wombo Combo! Ayy, ayy Hit a motherf**ker with a Wombo Combo He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin’ back (What?) You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto I pull with a strap (Huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo a** (Oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (Ayy) and then I'm slammin’ on the gas (Ayy) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to cla**, ayy Spit fire like Ness Willy coming up, I think he better than the rest, huh? Huh? Big balls, I'm blessed B*t*h, I've been a king, it's like my life a game of chess, ayy, ayy And I'm aiming for your neck I never had a whip, I guess I'll pull up in a jet, huh, what? Good game, get wrecked Shotty is the name, but I'ma pull up with a tech, ah Mama said I gotta eat my broccoli Kick her in the head, it got me feeling like I’m Rock Lee, ha, ha, ha 5 star, they never caught me Had a lookalike, but I can promise it was not me, ha, ha, ha New whip white like a Nazi If you in the road, then I’ma act like I cannot see, ha, ha, ha Feel like can't nobody stop me Getting c*cky, got me feelin’ like, ha, ha Hit a motherf**ker with a Wombo Combo He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin' back (What?) You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto I pull with a strap (Huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo a** (Oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (Ayy) and then I’m slammin' on the gas (Ayy) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to cla**, ayy Slap a motherf**ker with a Holy Bible I get to the bag, now the Dell is a MacBook (Brr!) Promethazine in my apple cider Eat a** like a snack and I'm takin' a nap (Ayy, ayy!) Face a 10 gram blunt at the David's Bridal I ball like the Jets, poppin' tags at the Gap (Yeah!) My gang got a whole lot of sticks, we tribal Keep a big strap, half-black Johnny Cash, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, brr, woo!) I smack her a** like a volleyball, ayy I'm gettin' head by a Barbie doll, yeah Molly got me doin' somersaults She do more lines than a muhf**kin' parking lot (Skrrt-skrrt) I can f**k you, but I cannot love you I married the money, b*t*h, mazel tov I'm gettin' neck while I'm playing Bionicles I am the boy, barnacle (Brr-ah!) Gang sh*t, baby, you cannot be involved Robbin' these n***as like Christopher (Ayy!) F**k a day job I'm sellin' crack to the homeless in Beverly Hills and sh*t (Ha, ha, ha, ooo!) I hit the Wombo Combo That's when I mix alcohol with the pills, li'l b*t*h (Ooh!) I hit the Wombo Combo (Ayy!) That's when I super smash hoes and I finish it (Ayy, ayy, ayy!) Hit a motherf**ker with a Wombo Combo He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin' back (What?) You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto I pull with a strap (Huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo a** (Oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (Ayy) and then I'm slammin' on the gas (Ayy) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to cla**, ayy
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