Flow - Grim - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse: FLOW] A vampire named Wolf, bitch don't get me started I just hang in the woods so you can sleep in my coffin And I only come out when my city the darkest Fuck these local rappers give the city a orgy You broke your girl heart I dicked her down and I fix her Writing spells in my head Sippin' Purple Elixir My rhymes are magical They say I rap like a wizard If you act like a chicken You'll get stabbed in your gizzard Got his first gun na' he think he a killer Niggas in the race to die Well lets see who's the winner Ummmmm.. Are you the one gone do it for your set? Fuck a gold medal, you gone get this rope around your neck This might sound weird, but she got dope up in her crack I'm smoking on that kill tryin' to choke myself to death Higher than a Angel, even Heaven know whats up with me A bad mutherfucka, the Devil know not to fuck with me I can't lie I love the way that she swallow She say my dick the size of a Heineken bottle I said her pussy fatter than a Heineken Can Na' bust it up open for Lil Watt'na Bitch I'm trying to get you sponsored Damn! Guess its time to pray yall Nigga push my button like a muthafuckin' space bar If life is a gamble then im coming for the ace card Brains on the pool table next to the 8 Ball Nah! Nah!! I don't need the chopper Boogie grab the FN And I'm a fill it up with chopper bullets Young Money! All you niggas losing confidence They say I sound like Wayne but I just take that as a compliment Two bitches named nina Its hard for me to settle Silencers on the pistols let it sing to you falsetto You Already know you're dead! Bitch I'm a beast, I do this in my sleep I'm a nightmare I hope you Doo'Doo in yo sheets I father yall niggas, Junior sit down Or Go and kill yourself like Junior Seau I can smell that you pussy boy Bullet open up yo chest like a fuckin' Cookie Jar Ill put this fucking gun down and use my fist again Then golf yo ass like Phil Mickelson My people said if you fuck with me you gotta die I'm in Wal-Mart on cameras Thats my alibi Riding through the east, about to scope my brother rocky Every time I pop another Xan, He pop another molly Yeah I said molly bitch we get it by the tons He knock them bitches back Well I just rub it on my gums Man Fuck haters, I blow smoke at em' Then I grab my skateboard and try to go Nose Manual Bah!!! Tell me how that Glock feel Shot him in the back of the head like on A Bronx Tale Im Just lightin' up my kush Damn! I forgot Rocky on the hook [Hook: Rocky] Well you down to ride nigga, Well then its time to go! I got a stock on that chopper watch how this bitch unfold I'm talking lock & load, Na cock it back explode I give a clip to a snitch, Dope dick to these hoes(3X)
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