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, never loaded while I try to keep the peace
Im a fuckin wildebeest, Ima eat you wit my feast
Play some metal, heavy metal
Blood all in my mouth, taste it from the fuckin south
Aint no tellin what Im bout
Im freakin out, cant you tell? While I hang you from a nail
Crossed is the lost and Im killin with a clause
Aint no clue, fuck you too
Why you lookin like a fool?
Henna on my chest, I think you are laid to rest
Youve got mail! |
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Bitches wanna scrap
No testin flick
Im a movie man
Got 10 Uzis man
You heard me, fuck the plan
Goin in, breakin shit
Shawty got the fuckin clip
Bust in, , aint no lovin
Killin pussies and they nothin
Boof
I can feel it in my head
One too many times I had to put that bitch to bed
Just another pussy bout to catch some fuckin lead
See me in the streets, you know Im screamin fuck the Feds
Pack a heavy, check my tone
Freddie never leave alone |
Shootin at yo’ place
Sussy while he go on yo face
Murder, pray, watch you shake
Aint no fuckin’ with the fake
Better run, red room
Watch me walk into the sun
Feel the heat and the beat
Slit yo wrist up and you see
I am, so murder this
Kill a bitch
Im the one who run the shit
Freddie mayne, so insane
Take you out the fuckin game
Slit yo throat, try to go
That you are the holy ghost
In my , aint yo fault
Imma miss that heavy tone
Aint got no plan
When I turn it to the mane
I’m so- damn, flex my
Trap that in the fuckin’ van
Boo-boo paw, hes so loud
Killin’ in the fuckin crowd
Damn mane, aint the thing
Then my damn phone ring
x4
Mace to yo face, teeth and nose , ayy
Watch me, does it case ?
Put that bitch in this place |
Keepin the quart of pound apart
In my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in my-in my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Bitches always fuckin in my fuckin time of day
Ima kill a busta bitch, no snitchin, all you say no way
All these suckas can not level, mothafucka when im comin
Buckle up the fuckin shit
I keep it real when not in practice skill
What the fuck you mean?
Im smoking green up in my limousine
I stress my thoughts I keep it fuckin raw
Keep a toolie on my hip
I still cannot believe this shit
Throw up and now notice it
My clip will leave you with the shit
34 shots to your mothafuckin brain mane
Im not the same, Im aint no lane to say no mothafuckin game
What the fuck you sayin, Ima keep on fuckin sprayin
Evil thoughts, my mind cannot decide who Im going fuckin kill tonight
In my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in my-in my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
In my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in my-in my lap-in my lap with the-in my lap with Glock cocked
In my-in my lap with the Glock cocked
In my lap with the Glock cocked
In-in
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse
Situations
Getting worse |
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Take off in an angry spit
Im tired of all this fucking shit
Fuck the people, fuck the world
And fuck you bitch, you think you cool
All this damn attention telling me you want some more
I dont wanna give no mo
Yous a bitch and now you know
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Yous a hoe, you fuck me up and now Im bout to cut you slut
I hate, hate, hate yo guts, try to smoke my indica
You so fucking fake, I shouldve burned you at the stake
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing
Fucking with the wrong mane, now shut up bitch, and suck my thing |
All you doubtin me
What the fuck can you not see?
Freddie comin’ out the cut and now you dead I guess thats luck
You better back the fuck up
Bout to get some fuckin buck
Shootin bitches with the clip
Aimin’ at yo fuckin shit
Its a motherfuckin spree
Try to run you cannot leave
Bullets fly past your head
Only thought that you are dead
Open fire simple day
To the easy access fame
Everyone will know my name
Playin all these fuckin games
Aimin down the fuckin sight
Hear the sound and see the light
People hidin’ so I might
Creep up on ’em late at night
Barrel in yo fuckin face
Take yo time it ain’t no race
All the power that I own
Love to hear you scream and moan
You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit
Bitch or I will never notice it
Got a backpack on
Better leave your phone
No trace bastard
Imma keep you home
You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit
Bitch or I will never notice it
Got a backpack on
Better leave your phone
No trace bastard
Imma keep you home |
Lets do it
Im blowing up the whole damn night
You motherfucking pussy bitch Ill have you hanging from a bridge
I doubled cup my fucking lean and aiming with my fucking beam
I kill at will
Ive fucking seen it
And you know I aint be dreaming
Boom!
Ya Bitch
You think you bout this shit
As I creep up in your mind
I think you bout to be in line
With the devils place, I know
How to torture all these hoes
Hit the floor
Here we go
And about to fucking blow
Its not fair what I do
I just had some déjà vu
Bring me back to the time
When I felt so damn alive
When I didnt have to strive
Flying through the damn sky
Dont you dare ever swear
I am fucking everywhеre
Boom!
Ya bitch ya ya ya bitch
As I creep up in your mind
I think you bout to be in line
Boom!
Ya bitch
You think you bout this shit
As I creep up in your mind
I think you bout to bе in line
Boom!
Ya bitch ya, ya, ya bitch
As I creep up in your mind
I think you bout to be in line
Boom!
Ya bitch
You think you bout this shit
As I creep up in your mind
I think you bout to be in line |
Mothafuckin gas with a mothafuckin Forman |
Tu niques la planète, donc je vais te nique ta mère
Je vais me ramener chez toi et te casser la gueule par terre
Tu es quun fils de pute à jeter ton plastique, frère
Je vais ramener tous mes gars sûrs et puis ta fête on va la faire
Comment ça tu ne sais pas où jeter tes déchets
Tu nes pas fils de chien qui na pas été éduqué
Je nе sais pas ce que tu as, gros, tu le fais еxprès
Là je ne peux rien pour toi, mec, tu es attardé
Les poubelles de tris ce nest pas pour faire
Ferme ta gueule mon gars, je ne tai pas demandé de louvrir
Tu tétonnes que les filles ne te prêtent pas attention
Mais cest normal, personne ne veut dun mec aussi con
Mais tu butes les tortues, donc cest toi que je vais buter
Ça fera un fils de pute de moins qui me fera chier
Tu fais le mariole, tu penses que ce nest pas vrai
Mais en face de mon gun tu vas bien moins assumer
Je vais prendre ton plastique et je vais te le foutre dans le cul
Demain tu vas boiter comme tu ne las jamais vécu
Mec je vais tattraper et puis te refaire lanus
Moi je serais vingt bites et puis toi tu seras vaincu
Vas te faire foutre si tu ne comprends pas
Moi je vais juste te casser les bras
Je te briserais les genoux, tu ne pourras plus bouger
On ne tappellera plus, on viendra juste te chercher
Si dans la rue tu jettes encore du plastique
Je prend ta reu-ssœu et devant toi je la nique
Je lui ferais du sale, toi tu vas juste pleurer
Maintenant tu vas bien trier tous tes déchets
Merci |
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