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Artist: Cold Hart
Canonical path: /cold-hart/wild-wild-west
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Wild Wild West
Read Wild Wild West lyrics by Cold Hart on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
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Wild Wild West
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Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix
We could take a trip to the west side (yeah, oh)
We could take a trip to the west side (yeah, oh)
We could take a trip to the west side (oh-oh)
Look at palm trees and the street lights (streetlights)
Hopping on the metro, Blue Line (Blue line)
We ain't got no money but it's alright (fuck it)
I just wanna cuff you, like, one time (like one time)
And I don't say a word to the one time (fuck 12)
Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tеll)
Laying on the beach, getting tan linеs
Buying gold teeth at the swap meet (till I'm old)
Getting so fried that we can't speak (I can't speak)
Posing with the gang, and they grimey (they grimey)
Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix (yeah)
They're like: Where the fuck you been? (Where you been?)
'Cause it ain't been the same since (no, oh)
Let's go to Burger Hut again (let's go)
In your old Mercedes-Benz
The refinery lets me know I'm home
So just come with me, meet me at [?]
We could take a trip to the west side
Look at palm trees and the street lights (streetlights)
Hopping on the metro, Blue Line (Blue line)
We ain't got no money but it's alright (yeah, fuck it)
I just wanna cuff you, like, one time (fuck one time)
And I don't say a word to the one time (fuck 12)
Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tell)
Laying on the beach, getting tan lines
Buying gold teeth at the swap meet (till I'm old)
Getting so fried that we can't speak (oh-oh-oh)
Posing with the gang, and they grimey (oh-oh-oh)
Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix (skrrt, yeah)
Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix
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