Wild Child (feat. Jake Torrey) Letra

Artista: Lupe Fiasco

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Wild Child (feat. Jake Torrey) letra de Lupe Fiasco

Gold medals

Them my role models

Rolling old models, lowered old schools

Flowing cold and going (?)

Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor

Power sharing, call it devils to the door

Power, power, till it ain’t no devils anymore

Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my son

Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum

(?) to the beat of my drum

It was little Susie (?)

She so cracking, (?) a killer

All pitch, don’t tick

Wasn’t trapping with no niggas

Had a long money (?) and that action for them figures

(???)

Ask me could she get inside

She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied

Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition

And with me up on the beats, that we shared the same description

(?) to her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition”

You just write up all your raps for me and I’ma go and spit it

Then we take ‘em to the radio, the DJ (?) spin ‘em

Then we take ‘em to the radio and sell a couple million

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