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17 Video (MV)




Performed By: Wilmerafrica
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Collins Williams




Wilmerafrica - 17 Lyrics
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I'm the best when I stepped in the building locked and loaded the shits gets realer
Tell your man not to f*ck with the dragon back your shanks or your chest gets wetter
Bulls eyes like sniper hunter but man's not shooter man f*ck with agwa
Bleed him like a slayned fresh nama it's pleasure for man to watch him suffer
I'm a nigga from ABJ but I'm doing this shit in CROC CITY
See me flowing like ABZ tell ah nigga wahgwan i say no problem
There's a ton of questions y'all wanna know about the life I live
I be doing my shit I ain't never said that I'm H I M (God is HIM)
I'm from MBK, From a land of AEA
Midnight silence we hear gunshots that's party time
First son just left his fist on the brothers face
Oh lord the deep sadness on the mothers smile
Por si no lo sabes, no me gusta el olor de tuna
I found this girl I said come here let's go Del Luna
She dressed all black, Piel tan oscura como lunar
I said stay calm girl you're my guy just like Nokman
Why you wanna talk like that yeah
Why you wanna chat to man like nigga ain't shit
Why you wanna act to me like I don't know these As and Bs and Cs
Why you wanna be a bitch when man keeps trynna make you a queen for keeps
Why wanna show this skin on the internet and you know how mandem think
Why you wanna be this way
Why you wanna make man cold you know I'm real
Why you wanna take this route, you fine as hell and I see you a real one still
Why you wanna kill this shit why you wanna make me a bitch, I'm never a simp
You know what, f*ck that I'm pumped let's talk about beef
When you pull up to my face with gang, gang man say what's the move
Tap tap, silent sounds, stocked like bond you know the word
Mandem rad, stank, dark like a mafia lord my Mandem calm
I've got the blood of Jesus Christ, if you spill that ting then run and hide
17 man up
Dressed all black
Tell that girl she ain't got a chance
A billion pounds in the mandem bank
Bomb, before the update cast
Mum said son no evil friends, I'm their leader now
Tell mumsy I've gone astray bucked on her I'm a stronger man
Bake off daily I might get merked, slimes ten toes your man can't check
Lorde, call me a raging dragon one of a kind Merlin can't tame
This ain't no fairy tale I ain't Barbie frame my pic I'm a work of art
Yo take that back listen again I said what I said I'm a work of art
I'm like Romeo without Juliet my ship won't sink you know the vibe
My ski told me you need one man, I said a bullet? He said no you're mad
Random bloke In my dm say I'm damn pretty imma hunt him down
They go bonkers when they hear my verse
Stocked like my Gym say that reversed
17 man up
Dressed all black
Tell that girl she ain't got a chance
A billion pounds in the mandem bank
Bomb, before the update cast
Leave the bitches all alone
Call em weekends for the fun
Show em details not the funds
It's Monday girl go back home
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I'm the best when I stepped in the building locked and loaded the shits gets realer
Tell your man not to f*ck with the dragon back your shanks or your chest gets wetter
Bulls eyes like sniper hunter but man's not shooter man f*ck with agwa
Bleed him like a slayned fresh nama it's pleasure for man to watch him suffer
I'm a nigga from ABJ but I'm doing this shit in CROC CITY
See me flowing like ABZ tell ah nigga wahgwan i say no problem
There's a ton of questions y'all wanna know about the life I live
I be doing my shit I ain't never said that I'm H I M (God is HIM)
I'm from MBK, From a land of AEA
Midnight silence we hear gunshots that's party time
First son just left his fist on the brothers face
Oh lord the deep sadness on the mothers smile
Por si no lo sabes, no me gusta el olor de tuna
I found this girl I said come here let's go Del Luna
She dressed all black, Piel tan oscura como lunar
I said stay calm girl you're my guy just like Nokman
Why you wanna talk like that yeah
Why you wanna chat to man like nigga ain't shit
Why you wanna act to me like I don't know these As and Bs and Cs
Why you wanna be a bitch when man keeps trynna make you a queen for keeps
Why wanna show this skin on the internet and you know how mandem think
Why you wanna be this way
Why you wanna make man cold you know I'm real
Why you wanna take this route, you fine as hell and I see you a real one still
Why you wanna kill this shit why you wanna make me a bitch, I'm never a simp
You know what, f*ck that I'm pumped let's talk about beef
When you pull up to my face with gang, gang man say what's the move
Tap tap, silent sounds, stocked like bond you know the word
Mandem rad, stank, dark like a mafia lord my Mandem calm
I've got the blood of Jesus Christ, if you spill that ting then run and hide
17 man up
Dressed all black
Tell that girl she ain't got a chance
A billion pounds in the mandem bank
Bomb, before the update cast
Mum said son no evil friends, I'm their leader now
Tell mumsy I've gone astray bucked on her I'm a stronger man
Bake off daily I might get merked, slimes ten toes your man can't check
Lorde, call me a raging dragon one of a kind Merlin can't tame
This ain't no fairy tale I ain't Barbie frame my pic I'm a work of art
Yo take that back listen again I said what I said I'm a work of art
I'm like Romeo without Juliet my ship won't sink you know the vibe
My ski told me you need one man, I said a bullet? He said no you're mad
Random bloke In my dm say I'm damn pretty imma hunt him down
They go bonkers when they hear my verse
Stocked like my Gym say that reversed
17 man up
Dressed all black
Tell that girl she ain't got a chance
A billion pounds in the mandem bank
Bomb, before the update cast
Leave the bitches all alone
Call em weekends for the fun
Show em details not the funds
It's Monday girl go back home
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Writer: Collins Williams
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