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HOT BBQ WINGS (feat. Endstar) Video (MV)




Performed By: david halo
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Alfonso Trash, Aziz Endstar




david halo - HOT BBQ WINGS (feat. Endstar) Lyrics




It's more of a style thing, I guess

Workin so hard
I forgot what it's like to be hardly working
Right now, I'm probably flirting, anomolies working
Work twice as hard as Halsey's surgeon
Wait, that's just a little joke, I roll with rich folk
But I been broke, bitch listen that I been spoke, I fiddle and fidget
Money stacking taller than a midget, stacking some digits
Sold my soul to the devil and I been dead for a minute, ayy
F*ck do you want?
F*ck with me or the gang then you gone
I'm f*cking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans and a gram in my crown
Bitch I been low, and I'm still coming down
Got a blunt and a perc sat straight in my mouth
West side nigga, but I got plugs in the south
This is the drought
Chasing success but I ain't copping clout
Beatdown, right hook, knock your ass out
Rob you, your granny, and your mommy wit no f*cking doubts
I was beefing, now it's even stevens
They was sitting down reading, now they feel defeated
Stay hitting snooze, man stay sleeping
When I see your ass just know I'm f*cking reaping

I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest

F*ck it, that shrimp and that monkey go get it
I'm out of my mind, I don't know where my head is
Blacked out window like a pedophile van
Ride in a range, I will shoot it at the man
F*ck it, we the- uh, f*ck it
F*ck it, we the people like Tribe Called Quest
I will dip on entire conquests
Just to find where you at, where you in
Tripping off xans, you don't wanna fall in this again
Uh-huh, uh-huh, f*ck!
I am the greatest
On everyone playlist, I might hit the FADER
I'm f*cked in the head, whip foreign like Bader
808 slap like a flock of f*ckin birds
Shootin as I'm writin these motherf*ckin words
Third Ward lovely, I'm dead and disturbed
Feels crowded in the room when I got here first, ah!

I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
(Naturally, you f*ck with me?)
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Runnin', runnin', runnin'

F*ck it, rocks on my wrist
Coulda made numbers up, state of mind I was in
Wah, lotta nice things
A thousand degree hot barbeque wings
Imma need a perc, if ya'll acting dirty
Lemme restate, Imma need a perc 30
Bitch try me, you gon need a couple nurses
Young boy flame, I been chillin in the furnace
I'm with my slimes and we drip like a fish
Givenchy blinds, I don't peak at the tip
All of these diamonds are the only time you will ever see cuts on my muhf*ckin wrist
Game in my palm and I got it on lock

Got the key to the city and I keep it on the block
Shot in the cock, man f*ck Papa Doc
I'm in my zone call Rudy for the chalk
I milly rock
Got a lil bitch and she sat on my glock
My pockets are fatter
Man, f*ck all the chatter
My bitches stay badder
My vision is 4k, it don't even matter, huh
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English

It's more of a style thing, I guess

Workin so hard
I forgot what it's like to be hardly working
Right now, I'm probably flirting, anomolies working
Work twice as hard as Halsey's surgeon
Wait, that's just a little joke, I roll with rich folk
But I been broke, bitch listen that I been spoke, I fiddle and fidget
Money stacking taller than a midget, stacking some digits
Sold my soul to the devil and I been dead for a minute, ayy
F*ck do you want?
F*ck with me or the gang then you gone
I'm f*cking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans and a gram in my crown
Bitch I been low, and I'm still coming down
Got a blunt and a perc sat straight in my mouth
West side nigga, but I got plugs in the south
This is the drought
Chasing success but I ain't copping clout
Beatdown, right hook, knock your ass out
Rob you, your granny, and your mommy wit no f*cking doubts
I was beefing, now it's even stevens
They was sitting down reading, now they feel defeated
Stay hitting snooze, man stay sleeping
When I see your ass just know I'm f*cking reaping

I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest

F*ck it, that shrimp and that monkey go get it
I'm out of my mind, I don't know where my head is
Blacked out window like a pedophile van
Ride in a range, I will shoot it at the man
F*ck it, we the- uh, f*ck it
F*ck it, we the people like Tribe Called Quest
I will dip on entire conquests
Just to find where you at, where you in
Tripping off xans, you don't wanna fall in this again
Uh-huh, uh-huh, f*ck!
I am the greatest
On everyone playlist, I might hit the FADER
I'm f*cked in the head, whip foreign like Bader
808 slap like a flock of f*ckin birds
Shootin as I'm writin these motherf*ckin words
Third Ward lovely, I'm dead and disturbed
Feels crowded in the room when I got here first, ah!

I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
(Naturally, you f*ck with me?)
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Runnin', runnin', runnin'

F*ck it, rocks on my wrist
Coulda made numbers up, state of mind I was in
Wah, lotta nice things
A thousand degree hot barbeque wings
Imma need a perc, if ya'll acting dirty
Lemme restate, Imma need a perc 30
Bitch try me, you gon need a couple nurses
Young boy flame, I been chillin in the furnace
I'm with my slimes and we drip like a fish
Givenchy blinds, I don't peak at the tip
All of these diamonds are the only time you will ever see cuts on my muhf*ckin wrist
Game in my palm and I got it on lock

Got the key to the city and I keep it on the block
Shot in the cock, man f*ck Papa Doc
I'm in my zone call Rudy for the chalk
I milly rock
Got a lil bitch and she sat on my glock
My pockets are fatter
Man, f*ck all the chatter
My bitches stay badder
My vision is 4k, it don't even matter, huh
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Writer: Alfonso Trash, Aziz Endstar
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