Two-Piece, by Wigflippa

Two-Piece

by Wigflippa

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1.	10-4 02:00	lyrics	buy track
When I wake up Get blunted When I take off Im hummin Summer come it get humid I get hot I act human Momma say that I’m stubborn Poppa don’t like my humor Neighbors don’t like my drummin Guess they don’t see my future I feel like I’m done with runnin I wish that that happened sooner Back when we ain’t have no traction Ain’t have no tracks on computer And If we did that shit crashin So in the end it was useless We just ended up matchin Back then we smoked packs of boof Some days I feel like an addict Some days I feel like the truth I remember back when I was trappin Out of my room In my youth Forget what happened cause them beans that I chewed I wish I knew the things I know now I would switch up my moves Gotta get my head straight Cause I fucked off In my past life And that haunt me Got dead weight That I can’t shake But I can’t break Cause god got me I’m piped up With this slang Talkin that slick shit That I’m walking My drop drip And my drip drop So My kicks off Cause they soggy I flipped out Hit the big score Homie tell me try to go and get more Only thing I know to say is 10-4 10-4 10-4 Qp what it hit for Oz was my old name Came up round a group of people Only speakin if you talkin in codenames I got no shame No time No where To hide One thing In mind Get mine Get right Smoke good Be high Be gone Be fine Be free Be me Be Ight
2.	Take Me Home 01:34	lyrics	buy track
Yeah my city be a black hole We was on a backroad Smokin till our face went numb There was tweakers on the street side Speakers with the bass high Someone gotta take me home It was dark where we came from Shit I couldn’t make up Happen everywhere we go Gotta get it how you live tho Make it out of this hell dog Find a new place to roam I’m just lurkin Lookin 12 trynna book him But they can’t Juggin Mr getaway I got the juice Drankin This ain’t lemonade This shit here for pain Jukin Bet I bust a move when I move It’s a game I don’t ever lose if I do it’s a fake Ido this shit for free till I do this shit for pay I do it for the love I don’t do it for no fame I got big things in the works big thangs I need a new chain new shirt new ring Boy about to blow like a tank of butane Wigflippa never mundane Put it down Monday to Sunday Look like I came off the runway Homie with the gunplay Put it to your dome call it doomsday I just mutate hit me on the two way We ain’t talkin less it’s bout a blueface

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Written by: Wigflippa
Produced by: [KMY.]
Mixed by: Wigflippa
Mastered by: Zforbes
Album Artwork: Jeffrey Nickell
Recorded in Sikeston, Missouri
© 2020 Sunday Dinner Records

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released January 19, 2020

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Wigflippa Sikeston, Missouri

Wigflippa is a Midwest rapper with quick lyrics and even quicker wit. The stories this 29-year-old portrays through his songs deal with themes integral to anyone’s struggles, and ultimately, successes in life. His lyrical and musical influences are scattered across the century, with ties that range from Furry Lewis and Dr. John, to Common and Mos Def, to the even to more obscure, Sun Ra. ... more

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