letra de strike 2 - 888playa x acxd playa x hatecraft ($hadowmane)
get hit with the counter strike
bite that curb bite! bite! bite! bite! bite!
we ain’t having fun till this sh-ts a fight
i ain’t having fun till i take yo life
chilling with the homies, know we get and stay right, right
spitting f-cking venom on mic mic, check check
this sh-t red hot wicked hotter than the devil boy you know we bring the business
i could never settle for you stupid f-cking b-tches
harder than the metal that you listen, get a witness
fit this d-ck in yo mouth
i’m about to flip this sh-t beat em down
p-ssy watch me, flip this script make an event of the sh-t boy i’m gifted
shaking a bottle of fent in my pocket boy i meant it
f-cking this game sideways like i bent it
and the mask that i wear is vintage
you ain’t never gonna catch me with the simp sh-t
scrimp right off the f-cking barbie with a b-tch in the whip
when i pull up to the party with a stench, take a hit
boy i came to get it started, ay
lets go
can’t roll with the crew ice cold
can’t hang with the dude you know
this no show i control the weather, bring the rain and snow what you talking bout
in the shadows with a real long knife feel that burn strike strike strike
every f-cking body gonna take their turn
every f-cking body gonna get theirs earned
better learn bout a k!lla grab ya phone call ya homies cause i need a little scrilla selling packs out the back of matte black cadillac jumping jacks, make em clap you got ass throw it back
lemme see you jiggle little fat
see me cheesing like i’m chucky but i am not a rat
i got hoes in the back i got packs in the trunk
remington with the rifle mossberg with the pump
sending bullets at chumps got the extended mag
gonna let that sh-t dump f-ck a so so
p-ssy coming back like a yo yo
row boat, swimming through v-g-n- tell em yo-ho
b-tch i’m the captain, i cum up in yo hoe
down for the action i bust then go
out the back window
or the back door it don’t really matter but i gotta hit the road gotta hitta couple of shows
hot here in h-ll, but i stay with the snow
no cops where i dwell, leave ops in a moat
ain’t got one to sell so i can’t steal your soul
but still fill ya body with holes b-tch
get hit with the counter strike
bite that curb bite! bite! bite! bite!
we ain’t having fun till this sh-ts a fight
i ain’t having fun till i take yo life
chilling with the homies, know we get and stay right, right
spitting f-cking venom on mic mic, check check
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