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W.C.G. (feat. Natti)She moved her chair up to the stageHer Hasselblad was on her knees Watch her eyes, she looks so happy See her smile Oh I know it's not for me Wheelchair groupie, oh, wheelchair groupie She moved her chair up to the stage Her Hasselblad was on her knees She moved her chair up to the stage Her Hasselblad was on her knees This is some true shit You won't ever believe it but you gon believe it Because I'm gonna paint it for you The show's packed like immigrants in project tenements [?] detect the remnants [?] for ligaments I glance in the stage at my drunk, screamin' folks My eyes drop, but [?] 20 [?] With a dame on top, with her name on the top And she cruisin' the underground with her game on cock I'mma walk to her, talk to her cause I'm high and neg'lint The thought of a paraplegic groupie is quite unsettlin' But she made an ass out of me and 'umption When she told me she broke three bones stage jumpin' At her own show cause her own flow was quite the shit I blazed her, she blazed me, we swapped and spit And it gets greater later when the herbs in her lungs I was [?], inebriated, with burns on my tongue Session burned, lesson learned, with resin on my thumbs Sometimes the future can have you in the present looking dumb She needs love Oh, oh, oh Fresh in my locs like Cube in the early 90s I step off stage, eyes set on this girlies' hiney I tap her on the shoulder, she turn around, smile growin' Told her she gonna be fine long as the Nile flowin' She said I like how you had the crowd glowin', you be rippin' While glarin' at my sun shades, askin' if they prescription You blind? She asked freely like I get it lots Nah cause, baby, you got back She like I love Sir Mix-a-lot, [?], Heavy D, Notorious B.I.G I'd give up my kids for chances at porkin' them pigs Damn that's deep (crazy) told me I wasn't her type, like Too much on me was right, I couldn't put up a fight, Ike She was fine as Tina, couldn't turn her mind though Never seen such an ignorant fetish out a fine hoe All I know: not enough scars for sex Maybe I'll give you a call after my next car wreck She needs love She needs love Oh, oh, oh |