[Yung Joc - Chorus] yeah brother, calm down bow down, I draw down 5 rounds
Drip (x15)
[Yung Joc] Ey Weezy Let me talk to these n-ggas Ok monkey n-gga, better not slip feed your ass banana clips yeah, yeah i bust your head gasket leave you with a (?) drip and for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage and she get tragically, cuz now it’s filled with maggots this aint angus beef you dont wanna order this 2 glocks like 2 pac i’m on my thug immortal sh-t GPS goons show up to yo (?) chrome with the pearly take you early thats abortion b-tch duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n-gga, no balls those slugs the same size as door knobs sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob blow ya whole face off thats a blowjob shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy too graphic? gotta paint a picture so ya n-ggas grasp it I call your momma tell her pre-order ya f-ckin casket bury scary n-ggas i never bury the hatchet
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[Lil Wayne] soo woo to the beehive strapped like T.I. I keep that bitch on me like the Book Of Eli i just shoot ‘em all so I don’t have to de-cide spit your body up they gotta bury ya ass 3 times run up in ya house leave ya brains on the couch shoot up everything, the f-ck is aiming about empty that clip, than that b-tch slide out lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com continue that procedure till them p-ssy’s dried out Imma east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta Nina is a cold black b-tch but I trust her I dont need a psychic to tell me I’m a hustla cuz b-tch, I’m all about my paper, like Usher
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[Yung Joc] I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya leave n-ggas, ghost activity, paranormal my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
[Lil Wayne] Back to the subject, i’ll kill ya in a heart beat I put bullet hole in everything, except the car seat young money b-tch, I shoot one gun and switch when the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)
[Yung Joc] Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirting with death thats a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor and if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter penetrate (?) and splatter they gallbladders
(Chorus) [End]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
