letra de beatdown - conjure
hit him in the chest he in cardiac arrest
i can’t f-ck wit u b-tch yeah i know thats why ur pressed
i got 24 rounds glock hidden in my vest
yeah i cannot think straight cuz im smokin on that gas
yea im smokin on that pack
b-tch im in da f-ckin streets all i ever do is trap
yo b-tch saw my f-ckin belt now she sittin on my lap
yeah that blunt is f-cking gas ya dat sh-t made me collapse
i dont gotta talk sh-t just pull up n u get slapped
he a junkie off the percs he tryin not to relapse
put a tag on his toe ya that boy got f-ckin trapped
yea i know where u stay p-ssy boy u on the map
glock 17 we gon leave that boy handicapped
put his body in a mf bag thats a wrap
yeah i pull up w a scythe to his face ima hack
talkin sh-t up on a keyboard gon have ur ass attacked
pull up on him ima take out his organs i extract
letras aleatórias
- letra de desperados waiting for a train - jack ingram
- letra de elegy of entrapment - j.k. the reaper
- letra de stress - uzziah
- letra de big bad bill (is sweet william now) - margaret young
- letra de 2 in one - emceecurtis
- letra de fra nu. til for altid - barselona
- letra de no entiendo - kuikmnhj
- letra de the n word - ty noble
- letra de i'll find you (remix) - lazareth
- letra de keep tryin' (the dream sequence) - groove theory