ANDRE NICKATINA - MY WISHES lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]

Picture a blind man that can't see

Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see

God it can't be

I (?) like a snake, the venom I spit make me shake

Look at the cakes I baked

Weed in my brain got me baptized

Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' shit rap wise

I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches

Khan lives forever man that's my wishes

[Verse 2 - Equipto]

My wishes, (?) intense wishes

Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix

(?) still here to realize it, with no police around to ever read they rights

It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold

Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone

Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow

But I'm so far gone that's how it go

[Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina]

Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac

They wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at

Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth

My homie said he's like a butcher cause he loves beef

...(?) and two doors on the cutty

I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy

We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious

I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes"

[Verse 4 - Equipto]

Wishin', why listen to a fool really give a fuck

Don't interrupt you stupid (?) I (?) the blunt

We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do

The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth

In your backpack party with all my throwbacks on

Suckas stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god"

There go the whole back wall

...(?) playin' to win

I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend

[Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina]

Shit, I side swipe you in the light(?) just like a fender bender

There go your brain with the game so you don't remember

I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics

Colt 45 in my eyes, so it get hypnotic(?)

The glock nine, some use it like a semari

Run for your lives, or picture being paralized

I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle

Then when I'm gone man you picture it on every channel

In grey flannel, Nicky ...(?)

When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt,

Excruciating, no duplicatin' this fury

Look at the lawyer with a grin for the (?) jury

Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches

Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches

The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible

Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol

...(? sun like Clorox make it fade

Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away

(?) weed up in heaven with the switches

Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches

I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches

Man it ain't suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes

These are my wishes, I got five wishes

Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes