letra de blood pressure - lake savage
everybody wanna get their hands on it
don’t stop me
there’s a lockbox in the tool chest
brother got a gun, said the bullets go through vests
got those night shifts, so he sleepin’, too blessed
grab the key cause i’m bout a shut some mouths, true det’
in the back pock’, creepin’ like they wanna see
blend into the figured crimes, rap-thug wannabe
want my numbers up, buy a box of fire-breathe
answer couple questions, it’s a free use armory
move to crowd cause i wanna hit center mass
chеck the gun cause i wanna be spittin’ brass
think about all thе stuffed clothes mockin’ me in lined rows
fire in these assh0l-s
woman screams and god i’m feelin’ great
blast twice, make the crowd disintegrate
people run, yeah, they tryin’ to hide in shops
i’mma hunt with the gift from the lockbox
cop escape cause this sh-t beyond his pay
i keep movin’, i could run like this every day
bodies fall cause i’m callin’ every shot
up the numbers with the gift from the lockbox
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
i’m a ghoul, i’m a freak, i’m a f-ckin’ demon
makin’ ghosts, not a sound beyond the screamin’
gettin’ quiet cause they know i’m the final boss
i’m a legend cause i spoke with the lockbox
targets thinnin’ and i grin with every slay
like the dog i’mma get my f-ckin’ day
cops surround and they think they can make me stop?
i’m immortal cause i rock with the lockbox
damage done with the gift from the lockbox
you can’t hurt me cause i’m filled with the lockbox
make the ground rock, hit ’em with the lockbox
make the gro-
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, b-b-boy
lay those bodies down d-down, get your numbers up
get your numbers up, b-b-boy
lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
(everybody pretty much has a pretty good idea of what a terrorist-)
letras aleatórias
- letra de trauma - golya guzman
- letra de window - kurt 20:20
- letra de mister molina - bidulino
- letra de reasons (bonus mix) - al denson
- letra de simpatias & manias - barrako 27
- letra de hi h8ter - miss eaves
- letra de die vielen jahre - asp
- letra de bad dua - kurşun
- letra de battleborne - two steps from hell
- letra de my own fantasy - royal headache