letra de deadliest warrior - lil oil spill
lucid4life:
(hook)
b-tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
ima grab the 40 get to busting
come and get your shawty cuz she f-cking
got the stick on me even when i’m in public
i bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
i’m the chopp guru b-tch i feel like shaka zulu
knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b-tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
lil oil spill
(verse 1)
i just busted down both wristes
now this b-tch gon blow me kisses
sippin wok with no prescription
get to switching up my diction
glock got a switch but i’ll never switch up
and i love to sip lean
i can’t ever kick this cup
bro looked hungry when he died the way he bit the dust
got a louis v suit and put diamonds in the cuffs
if any body offa molly i’m the first one
op got hit three time
b-tch i used a burst gun
all of h-ll’s demons sweating
i’m the worst one
i’m not worried about dying until i get this verse done
i’m an artist with that ammo
i’m like van gogh
from the jungle
b-tch i’m rambo
face mask be all camo run up in yo bando
heat hot need a mitten when i pop out with that smithen
he ain’t want it he ain’t listen
now him and his mans is missing
sh-t can be a dirty business
bro got locked caught a sentence
he got caught up by forensics
lucid4life : (hook)
b-tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
ima grab the 40 get to busting
come and get your shawty cuz she f-cking
got the stick on me even when i’m in public
i bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
i’m the chopp guru b-tch i feel like shaka zulu
knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b-tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
lucid4life:
(verse 2)
sippin on some sh-t that can slow time
4 lines knock you on your ass like a clothesline
shoot them with revolver just for old times sake
heard your tape homie you can’t get a co-sign
i came in here to get some money and to bust some heads
make an op drop dead like his name fred
they be capping why the f-ck you gotta lie craig
i grab the heat and turn his brain into a fried egg
they call me mister f-ck your b-tch
think my choppa got a lisp because that motherf-cker spit
think my chop could drop a hit because that b-tch is known to spit
i gotta stick on the left and right i call that b-tch a twix
i’m sippin on that wok this ain’t no robutussin
might be sippin on act
i’m on the floor i’m sleeping i’m sleeping
got a beam in my hand
i got my shooters creeping
lucid4life : (hook)
b-tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
ima grab the 40 get to busting
come and get your shawty cuz she f-cking
got the stick on me even when i’m in public
i bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
i’m the chopp guru b-tch i feel like shaka zulu
knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b-tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
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