SHAWN WIGS


Match Boxer Lyrics

Yo, son it's a new wave, I grind til my matchbox glitters
Deep sports massage, and five Swiss baby sitters
Oil me up, the Tin Man's tin king
Got a rusty pipe with silk sheets on a flight
My name belts spell Wiganomics in brass

Life in the fast lane, kept my foot on the gas
Haul ass and these streets is, dying for sale
This ain't a remix, I'm layin' the first bricks to ground
The foundation, play me in heavy rotation
f**k peace, see, I hold weight in population
That's my word, deeper than your Bourne Identity
Stuck in the G-35 Coupe Infiniti
Sweat balls, rock a big heat in the summer
In my two thousand and five Ironman hummer

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