WILLY (CHOPPED & SCREWED) Songtext
von nobigdyl.

Lil′ Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain't gotta have a shout
I still get ′em with the- (with the-)
Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain't gotta have a shout
I still get ′em with the-
Lil′ Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain't gotta have a shout
I still get ′em with the-
Lil' Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain′t gotta have a shout
Get 'em, get ′em, rap, rap
Hatin' Dyllie, man, you gotta be an idiot in fact
Took the monkey off, then I put the city on my back (the city!)
Country boy but I hang around city slickers
This that sh- while I got it out the kitty litter
If my brother need a dollar, he gon' get a tener Yeshua of Nazareth was not a penny pincher
How you got it out the mud and never been muddin′?
Wise man know he don′t really know nothin'
Every night I got a demon sayin′, "Post somethin'!" (Post somethin′!)
It's an everyday struggle
Peace, Joe
I say peace to the industry, I do it al-
Peace, peace, you is Swisher Sweet, you don′t want the smoke
Tweet, tweet, I'm reality, Paris in the cold
I know, arrogance can feel like heroin inside a dome
It's imperative to get embarrassed when you hit a low
Heri-heritage that I inherited is all I know
Meri-merican, my momma serogan
If you got errors
You can hear again
But when He appear again, I′m goin′ home (ee!)


Get jiggy wit' it (get jiggy)
Get it jumpin′ like I knew Ms. Piggy wit' it (Ms. Piggy)
Make the family proud like it had Penny in it
Bullet, bullet-proof vest on the chest like 50 wit′ it, aw yeah
Who, who tryna flex on me? Don't be silly
Wild, wild, wild, west and yes, I′m big Willy
Dressed, dressed like I came here fresh from West Philly
Who, who gon' protect your neck? Expect a death

God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did)
When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes." (paid for it!)
Thought I'm playin′ checkers, man, I′m playin' chess
My baby said, "Let′s have a baby."
God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did)
When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes."
God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did)
When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes."
God made me do it, God made me fresh (yeah, He did)
When they tell me, "No," I hit "Maybe, yes."
Thought I'm playin′ checkers, man, I'm playin′ chess
My baby said, "Let's have a baby." I said, "Baby steps."
Big Willy! Big Dyllie! Uh!
The Fresh Prince like I'm in Philly, uh!
Said they shooters but they Ben Simmons!
This pen silly!
I talk like I got ten milli′
In my pocket right now, you can′t tell me nothin'
Man, I′m doin' what I want, it isn′t for discussion (not at all)
If it's number-one spots, then you know I′m gunnin' for it
Independent artists gotta have the pocket, stomach, stomach for it
I already know what you want
I don't, I don′t wanna hear you rappin′ in your new song
Rather, rather take a street-full tour Wuhan, Wuhan
'Cause y′all about as solid as udon
Who want, who want what?
My jewels untucked, my mood unstuck
My barber shop ain't open too un-
Too uncut
I thank God with two arms up, I′ve moved on up
But still ain't got nothin′ left to prove what's up, ayy!

Get jiggy wit' it (get jiggy)
Get it jumpin′ like I knew Ms. Piggy wit′ it (Ms. Piggy)
Make the family proud like it had Penny in it
Bullet, bullet-proof vest on the chest like 50 wit' it, aw yeah
Who, who tryna flex on me? Don′t be silly
Wild, wild, wild, west and yes, I'm big Willy
Dressed like I came here fresh from West Philly
Who, who gon′ protect your neck? Expect a death

Yeah, you know what it is
It's indie tribe., you know? We′re savin' lives
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