Translation: The Ink Spots. My Wild Irish Rose.
(For someone) Calling you and paging you (9-1-1) Can't stand when you're not around Your love is wildin' me out Wilding me out, wilding me out Wilding
can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Hey yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild
outright And Ill bight your style I try to act like a child Born yesterday, but born to be wild I cheated to get what I got Stepped all up and you set for my spot
the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin' round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas Shorty bop, the Wolop in the spot
in here Moving like some wild and crazy bandits Party people up in it So gone, they on automatic Look at all these animals in here Moving like some wild
here before" I said, "I've been here a time or two" She said, "Hello, my name is Bobby Jo Meet my twin sister Betty Lou" "And we're both feeling kinda wild
me wild in the soft sweet grass Hillbillies?? like it like that! Yeah we do! Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round ?til the cows come home Drive me wild
Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out You made to my house when you was wild-n-out
club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a
shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild
So many million sales they be up on the pleques on the wall i my crib as of matter of fact (hahaha) Yes its me come all the way pron overseas Took that spot
doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James nigga pop a bottle, make that thing go blow let her drink it till she drown ? girl gon' wild
off the planet, leavin one-third damaged Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who Polar bears beneath the sea gravel Thoughts be runnin wild
outside of town We were headed towards the lake I hopped into the back of a jacked up jeep Felt the wind upon my face We got to the spot and the sun
up, bag it up (repeat 1, 1, 1, 1) (Verse 2) She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pow Baby never act wild Very low key on the profile
bong, so high, now comin' To slay with four grenades and a gauge I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted
sword Triple, six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, ***, breakin' out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon ***'s expired It's wild
