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Wishlist Video (MV)




Performed By: Clouds
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: Pablo Salceda




Clouds - Wishlist Lyrics
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Pistol dripping with the sauce
Pistol dripping with the sauce
Pistol dripping with the sauce
Hollows loaded in my Glock
Give a f*ck what you talk
Bitch I'm still on my block
I pray to god for golden chains and diamond rings
I want a platinum plaque with my f*cking name on it
I want a Cadillac with some candy paint on it
I want like of all of that, anything that I can get
I'm wishing for the money and the riches, after that
I'm dreaming of the day I tell my mom "Don't stress 'bout that"
I'm wishing for my records to be something just "Like That"
Without the f*cking dissing, all I wanna do is rap
They calling me a 60 overall, but check my stats
I bet you I got triple doubles and probably one pass
Cause I don't do no f*cking passes, no I ain't Steve Nash
Cause they'd didn't throw me f*cking passes, ain't no quarterback
You would think I'm f*cking Jewish how I'm puffing on this gas
My last oxy, like goddamn, I insufflated my whole stash
And that bitch she said she loved me and then cheated just like that
Who am I kidding? I done did it to her when I was on xans
Everything I say is facts
She blocked me on her main, but still be stalking on her spam
She broke the f*cking chain, expected me to link it back
She tried to get me stained, but I knew how to wash all that
And bitch
Call me a UAV, put myself on your radar
These ain't true religions, these is f*cking Levi's
And now she hit me up like "Kick it?" I ain't Neymar
And bitch I hope I hit my target like a bullseye
Asking Saiph where is the beer, pass a highlife
Bitch I keep on smoking spinach, you would think they call me Popeye
Telling Zay don't start the pills, or you won't feel right
Said he want a xan and then a perk, they gone take over your life
Gotta tell myself to calm down, someone might die
Bitch my ego is inflated cause I'm that guy
Told my mother give a f*ck if you like my life
She said she is disappointed how I turned out
Ay bitch, they call me clouds
Like you already knew that, bitch you know about my crowd
Hundos motherf*cking records, and I say that shit so proud
Bitch I'm still gonna grow like I'm a motherf*cking sprout
Finished my cup, now it is a codeine drought
Can't come inside my fortress, you would think they call me scout
This molly got me up, but all these perks is what I down
I lost my sanity but not before I lost myself
Call me a German the way I'm gassing up this room
It's like a sermon, got attention from the whole room
I'm just like Herman, the way I'm sniffing all this white
But I don't do cocaine, it get me paranoid all night
I'm feeling dirty, I can't wash this pain away
I'm popping Serys, til I sleep my thoughts away
I made this money, what the f*ck else do I gain?
Like f*ck respect when who respects me is so f*cking lame
Shoutout Tony, and it's shoutout f*cking Saiph
F*ck them day ones bitch I'll shoutout f*cking Zay
Like shoutout hundos, til the grave, you know the names
If you talking down the homies you might end up in a grave
And you know how that shit goes, we ain't playing f*cking games
Bitch you digging your own hole if you keep talking down those names
And my homie on parole, but he won't hesitate to spray
You would think a Seminole the way I'm native to my gang
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Pistol dripping with the sauce
Pistol dripping with the sauce
Pistol dripping with the sauce
Hollows loaded in my Glock
Give a f*ck what you talk
Bitch I'm still on my block
I pray to god for golden chains and diamond rings
I want a platinum plaque with my f*cking name on it
I want a Cadillac with some candy paint on it
I want like of all of that, anything that I can get
I'm wishing for the money and the riches, after that
I'm dreaming of the day I tell my mom "Don't stress 'bout that"
I'm wishing for my records to be something just "Like That"
Without the f*cking dissing, all I wanna do is rap
They calling me a 60 overall, but check my stats
I bet you I got triple doubles and probably one pass
Cause I don't do no f*cking passes, no I ain't Steve Nash
Cause they'd didn't throw me f*cking passes, ain't no quarterback
You would think I'm f*cking Jewish how I'm puffing on this gas
My last oxy, like goddamn, I insufflated my whole stash
And that bitch she said she loved me and then cheated just like that
Who am I kidding? I done did it to her when I was on xans
Everything I say is facts
She blocked me on her main, but still be stalking on her spam
She broke the f*cking chain, expected me to link it back
She tried to get me stained, but I knew how to wash all that
And bitch
Call me a UAV, put myself on your radar
These ain't true religions, these is f*cking Levi's
And now she hit me up like "Kick it?" I ain't Neymar
And bitch I hope I hit my target like a bullseye
Asking Saiph where is the beer, pass a highlife
Bitch I keep on smoking spinach, you would think they call me Popeye
Telling Zay don't start the pills, or you won't feel right
Said he want a xan and then a perk, they gone take over your life
Gotta tell myself to calm down, someone might die
Bitch my ego is inflated cause I'm that guy
Told my mother give a f*ck if you like my life
She said she is disappointed how I turned out
Ay bitch, they call me clouds
Like you already knew that, bitch you know about my crowd
Hundos motherf*cking records, and I say that shit so proud
Bitch I'm still gonna grow like I'm a motherf*cking sprout
Finished my cup, now it is a codeine drought
Can't come inside my fortress, you would think they call me scout
This molly got me up, but all these perks is what I down
I lost my sanity but not before I lost myself
Call me a German the way I'm gassing up this room
It's like a sermon, got attention from the whole room
I'm just like Herman, the way I'm sniffing all this white
But I don't do cocaine, it get me paranoid all night
I'm feeling dirty, I can't wash this pain away
I'm popping Serys, til I sleep my thoughts away
I made this money, what the f*ck else do I gain?
Like f*ck respect when who respects me is so f*cking lame
Shoutout Tony, and it's shoutout f*cking Saiph
F*ck them day ones bitch I'll shoutout f*cking Zay
Like shoutout hundos, til the grave, you know the names
If you talking down the homies you might end up in a grave
And you know how that shit goes, we ain't playing f*cking games
Bitch you digging your own hole if you keep talking down those names
And my homie on parole, but he won't hesitate to spray
You would think a Seminole the way I'm native to my gang
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Writer: Pablo Salceda
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