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letra de ak-47 - the warchild

ak-47

[intro]

[chorus: the warchild]
ak -47 is the favorite of my women
she keeps to herself doesn’t have any friends
she’s a girl of action she has no time to pretend
when i have problems she gets rid of all of them
ak -47 is the favorite of my women
she keeps to herself doesn’t have any friends
she’s a girl of action she has no time to pretend
she turns people into fertilizer for my plants

[verse 1: the warchild]
i tell you it wasn’t no mistake that i met you
i felt you the first day that i tested you
i said i’d let you explore this world and the universe at my side
in my ride, the east side, the west side, i’m so proud
above clouds, avoid crowds ’cause this life is so short yo
and this life is a rough road, what are we gonna do
make ourselves feel comfortable just nyam (eat) some ital (vital) food
suddenly rude, silly being crude
busting cops for fun brandish myself a tool
my enemies are corps they’re literally cool
when oonuh (you) talk to them those bl–dy guys drool

[chorus: the warchild]

[verse 2: the warchild]
when she speaks aloud yo, people hit the ground, so
they lay in pools of blood, next to the club
she doesn’t speak in codes while you’re in your bl–dy clothes
walking tip–toe trying to keep it on the low
one likkle (little) sound and your body will be blown, away
cadavers in a row like corn fields in iowa
ghetto birds, police, highway patrol, all on the road
hopping state to state, just like a toad or maybe like frog
me (i’m) dutty (dirty) like a dog, hungry like a hog, baby come here
can i get a hug, ’cause this life me tell yuh (you) / it really really suck

[chorus: the warchild]

[verse 3: the warchild]
i’m head of my house, i made you my spouse
when i hold you in my arms, i really get aroused
concealed, in my concubines blouse
taking you for a night out on the town it’s happy hour at the bar
guinness does the trick, removing that frown off my face
it’s a game of truth or dare to anyone who wanna taste
blood in their mouths, or want to lose their lives
bullets fly like flies round about you, sh-t
infested with maggots in a ditch
your daughter is a b-tch, and mine a banana clip
your tour guide to the, (gunc-ck), bottomless pit
let me get down to the bottom of this, she spits in your face

- the warchild

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