Ev B, Wes B - Suicidal - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Southside [Verse 1: We$ B] Pull the trigger quicker if a bitch nigga resists I'll pull out your teeth nigga I'm a fucking dentist Big checks that's what life consists I take risks Rappers today is on my hit list I'm selling bricks to dealerships trynna cop a cleaner whip Mac 10's and assassins, I execute rappers Burn holes through plastic what I write is acid The feds bust in I translate with click clacking Can't resist gun fire when I put you in a casket The government I'm attacking and escape like "what happened" Niggas outlandish every way I'm causing damage Kill him in the shed with the motherfucking hammers Yeah I move that weight hustling till my last day Display your fate with this tool on my waist [Chorus: We$ B] Going against me is suicidal It's suicidal, it is suicidal Going against me it's suicidal [Verse 2: Domination] You a dead man walking a dead man talking I'm the man with the grams get your bags get your weight Call me baker man cuz I can bake a cake Drop the top on the Bentley I call that the headless horseman I'm cooking up babies I call that shit abortion Roaming through Pasadena like I'm a motherfucking orphan Like nigga I killed your roll dog and put him in a coffin Well it's all the gang repping tallet gang no Tyler Perry and I gotta win Pardon me my fucking squad my whole squad be going in We$ B smoke so much I think his fucking brains fried And we stay pulling up like the Gotti Boys [Chorus: We$ B] Going against me is suicidal It's suicidal, it is suicidal Going against me it's suicidal It's suicidal, it is suicidal [Verse 2: Ev B] God sent me on this earth simply to wreck beats On the track with Domination and We$ B Wanna battle rap our combination is deadly Roll the best weed we tasting up on that heavy Medical spit that make you feel like you in heaven flow Ratchet bitches that I know got curves like the letter O I don't fuck with them hoes but fuck it shout out to em Working hard and making money is what I'm about doing We ain't got no common goals trynna get the honor roll I gets all kinds of dough cuz I spit the common cold Spit change like Obama told hold heat like my mommas stove Get hoes back to they mommas home knock em down like Dominoes I live it you fantasize I get so hella high Pull up in a yellow Benz see haters and tell em "Bye" Trynna make yo melon fly I'm the truth you telling lies Any nigga dare to try knock em out like Beddy byes (gone)
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