letra de monte cristo - notions
[producer tag]
fallen (fallen, fallen, fallen)
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
i’m the demon from the south with the one punch fist
i’ll make sure all my bros are fed before i wet my wrist
i left my label now i’m better you can suck my d-ck
i said i never wanted money til i touched that sh-t
i want more
i want the world
i want it all i want some gold
i want a foreign
i want the fans and they adore
i wanna know
i wanna know just what i’m owed
i wanna blow
i wanna motherf-cking go
b-tch posted on the road b-tch
never gave a f-ck, what i’m wanting is where i go b-tch
i don’t need no misunderstandings i need control b-tch
heard you talkin sh-t on the gang and i’ll lay you low b-tch, argh!
ay, uh, ay, notions, ay
phantom gang, phantom gang, yuh, woah (woah)
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
pistol on my d-ck, so i f-cking walk with a limp
you better keep your mouth shut when you talk to a pimp
i got a smile on my face as i empty the clip
i wipe your blood off my shoes, i can’t ruin my drip
k!lling everything i touch, yeah i can’t get enough
say your b-tch love you i ate her p-ssy for lunch
dumping rounds in the chopper making you look like a sponge
feeling dead to my core, my skin is cold to the touch
b-tch
imma run up on him leave him carved like a pumpkin
i ain’t got time for assumptions i am a sick motherf-cker
leaving you chopped at the throat and tossing your corpse in the dumpster
the new face of the underground you know we’re in the discussion you b-tch
i hear my demons at my door i’m bout to let em in
all these guns up in my house i feel like i’m a veteran
put my hands around my brain stem and f-cking sever it
godzilla stance mothaf-cka imma start levelin
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
it’s the count of monte cristo smokin h-lla dope
demons in the back and the moves they packin is critical
whippin in the honda personas wildin it’s typical
sweep em up and promise them neverlands they gon never go
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