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Bishop Lamont
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Murda Via Opus
Shout out to you busty ass bitch ass ye ass niggas though Only B Lamont came through was like shock these niggas Back to get your head off
Blood stains on your wood green coagulated Fitted for the news, fresh tea saturated Dilated pupils, annihilate the futile A hundred round drum pop music at your funeral Chair triggered cubicals squeezed back, it's beautiful Rogue mission, smashed Caddy throw full twisted Seat high, 4-50 Sunset, back trot Ratchets in the duffle bag, rats in the sand box Blast from the collar, past nigga we salute it Murdering these new kids, burn 'em in the blue shit Swoop through the jungles, but the pockets and the pumas here Roam with my pack and my wolves move in unison But darn nigga zoom in, live through your satellite Armpit of bones, you might kill it in the public's eye I'm from a time when the earth did they turns hit? Cutthroat killers got fire, no earthquake Villains turn pires, villains turn wires Need to stroke on hard and the realest wear wires Reptile to paraias, rotic to all liars Spit a bullet by a feedbacks bounce like fighter pop
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
Hands up in the air when you see us hit the stage Keep a heart like eagle heart, the super sub conceal a 12 gage Take a bite, loose face I'm so disgusted what you motherfuckers of rappers, plenty contraptions Lookin life with titious actions I be like no niggas yall niggas is ass and pubics You taint your snake, we taited up the music So mayday, it's D day Drop how she makes it pony wait But these things on your brains, you bitch niggas won't go away See these days I'm a family guy 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 No Peter Griffin but the heat I'm liftin with a glass that keep your punk ass in a V position Kabluey raise no gooey, I'm just like a full grown Stuey Cuban on some cool shit yea
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
My words are dangerous too, it's murder via verses Body of school of rappers, now we in need of some hearses Shots fired out the pistol, the outlook is dismal Dash waters on em is baptismal Put em on display and exploit em, it's so mistral Like a barrel in your mouth get red to the pencil Red blast, serial killer onto my next task Move light as a baker, I'm making red stap ash Late at bang, my nuts – I let em hang My clutch making em swim, got my arte aches as a game Quality heat, I'll heat him on something like PF chains So you are the man they respect when you can't express Yo fuck keepin the trigger happy nigga happy What's a goon to a legend? Low nigga clap me I keep it real but don't confusion Yall respect the shooter, I respect the nigga who know when to use it
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
Silent weapons, cold wars Bad bitches, souls torch Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen Some of yall niggas actin like bitches
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