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letra de john wick - twisted insane

[verse 1: twisted insane]
murder in the dark, night time type voodoo sh-t
they don’t wanna f-ck around and get up in the ring, bing, i’m cuckoo sick
new to this? nah, little n-ggas i be at ’em when the buku hit
serve a n-gga with the redrum, when the lead come they doodoo sick
mobbin’, k!llin’ everybody in the building, bin laden
always goin’ on the solo, n-gga, batman, no robin
n-ggas all up in my inbox wonder when’s voodoo droppin’
i’ma hit ’em all up on a halloween with the bada-bing, no stoppin’
i’m

[chorus: dayo g]
load it up, c-ck it back, n-gga, blow ?hate?
watch your b-tch splash on the ?channel all day?
gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it’s turnin’ grey
bodies turnin’ like [?]
be afraid, n-gga, when i call ya
bl–dy fingerprints on the .44
john wick, b-tch, kickin’ in your front door
[verse 2: twisted insane]
i don’t wanna be the one to stay up on the gun flare like who to sit
it’s gon’ be a [?] gun sh-t, 21 dead and you was fit
put you in a barbecue pit with the true sick, put you to bed
they don’t wanna meet the baron samedi, i promise it will be all voodoo red
i bring you doom
they don’t wanna know what type of magic i be doin’ in my room
never know when i be lurkin’, servin’ in the hallways i loom
really i be f-ck around till this beat here go boom
drinkin’ liquor when i’m gettin’ sicker, you gon’ find a n-gga with the have-nots
all my life i sat around and wondered would i ever make it to the rag top
ain’t n0body on my level, speakin’ with the devil, he don’t want me comin’ in this bed
i’ma keep on choppin’ everybody up and eatin’ rappers like a ham hock
five shamrocks, got me holed up in the kitchen with the pistol, ready for the funk
many wanna bring it, i’ma keep on swingin’, brazed out on bloods
i be laughin’ when i look at people always wanna bite my sh-t daily
anybody wanna go against me then i show no love
n-gga

[bridge: twisted insane]
brazy, ain’t no maybes
black mercedes pullin’ up at night
brazy, ain’t no maybes
black mercedes pullin’ up at night
brazy, ain’t no maybes
black mercedes pullin’ up at night
brazy, ain’t no maybes
black mercedes pullin’ up at night
john wick
john wick
[chorus: dayo g]
load it up, c-ck it back, n-gga, blow ?hate?
watch your b-tch splash on the ?channel all day?
gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it’s turnin’ grey
bodies turnin’ like [?]
be afraid, n-gga, when i call ya
bl–dy fingerprints on the .44
john wick, b-tch, kickin’ in your front door

- twisted insane

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