ILLFIGHTYOU - MASSACRE - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] "You ever get tired of watching bad things happen to people?" "That's crazy talk" [Verse 1: Ugly Frank] Look, said I'm thinking 'bout a murder Finna hit the Ave and hit a lick, or something empty Choppin blow up in my livin' room Fuck it dawg I'm trying to raise the murder rate Skee a couple slopes an' throw my hoodie on I'm 'boutta make a killin' soon Hit my niggas up to see who with it Cell phone kept ringing fuck it solo mission Got a loaded pistol dripping Grip the grain and get to mobbing shifting block to block I'm lurking through your neighborhood You hiddin bitch the block is hot Hopped up out the whip and got off foot I'm faded hollering Frank The Butcher and his bitch are on your pockets ho And keep it pushin Kept it clean and left no witnesses Fuck the central booking nigga what the fuck you think this is I ain't cookin' More than likely, I hit a lick I turn a stack into a brick and stretch it dog and thug it out And if I ain't getting money witcha You can prolly get a dap or somethin nothin extra What yo hussle 'bout? [Hook: Ugly Frank] Ever since I was a youngin I been out and early Thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds Fuck it Pop a 40 top and blow the function Fuck it I-want-my-doe, Look Ever since I was a youngin I been out and early Thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds Fuck it Pop a 40 top and blow the function Fuck it I-want-my-doe, ya bitch [Verse 2: Evergreenone] Fuck it, I'mma ballout Pair of goma goggles, pop bottles with my balls out See I smell a murder on my butter knife This whole entire worlds fucked Roll the dice, Take a risk, life can be a mother-fuck So who's next up, who's puffin they chest up The big bad wolf and all I smell is fuckin red blood My pockets full of drugs My wallets full of food stamps I move quick with two hands I throw bricks, Bitch! Gold chains, back of the whip snort cain Made a bet with Jesus Christ that I can't be saved HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH Buy an eagle blow your brains out (Pow) Surrounded by losers and faggot rappers tryin to break out (Listen to me) I'm waiting for the world to end So I can peel some wigs back Cook crack Blew stores, and whip a benz I still be up at night thinkin why's he dead It's .... dad I tie a noose around my head and get some neck [Hook: Ugly Frank] Ever since I was a youngin I been out and early Thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds Fuck it Pop a 40 top and blow the function Fuck it I-want-my-doe, Look Ever since I was a youngin I been out and early Thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds Fuck it Pop a 40 top and blow the function Fuck it I-want-my-doe, ya bitch
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