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Promise this Motherfucker. Ah. Let's go, let's go. Oh, yo. Yeah, yeah. Free sex with a pump, hit him, shorty take A chunk. Body finna hit the floor, take and Put him in a trunk. Liquor got me feeling Drunk, criminal like B. I. Blanc. These bodies in the water as I slaughter When I make it dunk, oh. Yeah, now I'm handing out concussions. I got the shorty blushing every time I hit The function. All that shit you talking really not Up for discussion. Play my music in the whip, I got the blood steady rushing, oh. Hit your man, leave him gushing. The blood be red like the flag if I'm Russian. It's too quiet, no more options. Probably up to something, put the Glock on me. I'm hitting heads, get ducking, yeah. Hit your man, leave him gushing. The blood be red like the flag if I'm Russian. It's too quiet, no more options. Probably up to something, put the Glock on me. I'm hitting heads, get ducking. Eyes on the side of whip with a bad Chick showing tits. Like, "Bitch, what you really Wanna do?" Eyes wide up to the club with A snub. Opps wanna run me up, hit him, Leave that man black and blue. They ain't getting money like me. Grab the strap, him run then I got him Nikes. Know I came up from nothing using YouTube Type beats. Wanna fight? Good night, I'ma kill him like Lee, let's go. Hit the bedroom, come out with a snub nose. Watch out for your hoes, you better get lows. They been too nice, I'm killing off foes. I'm chopping them up and keeping they toes. Like Sophie and Dee, no one can touch me. I hop in the whip like it's Need for Speed. I'm making them dance like Bob and Weave. But he ain't no boxer, Muhammad Ali. Like killing is free cheese, Mahatma Gandhi. I'ma rip him out his flesh 'til that boy Cannot speak. I'ma feed him to the fish in The bottom of the creek. Man, souls they become dark, you going in too Deep. My life in the underground, so no wonder Why I don't come around. Bitches all up in It, bothering me at every sound. Wanna be alone where the circumstances are Different. So I'm finna stack these racks, no it's Time for them to give in. I'ma kill 'em, see souls they be lacking feeling. Everything inside me be turning into villain. I'ma hit him with the pump and leave that Boy spilling. Believe me when I say I'll melt Any civilian. Things losing my mind, I find that I'm lost. I'm making me dirty, hell on my Exhaust. At the end of the level, souls they Be the boss. At the end of the day, Hitting things full of vodka, yo. Eyes on the side of whip with a bad Chick showing tits. Like, "Bitch, what you really Wanna do?" Eyes wide up to the club with A snub. Opps wanna run me up, hit him, That man black and blue. They ain't getting money like me. Grab the strap, make him run then I got Him Nikes. Know I came up from nothing using YouTube type beats. Wanna fight? Good night, I'ma kill him like Lee, yeah. Eyes on the side of the whip with a Bad chick showing tits. Like, "Bitch, what you really wanna do?" Eyes wide up to the club with a snub. Opps wanna run me up, hit him, leave that Man black and blue. They ain't getting money like Me. Grab the strap, make him run then I Got him Nikes. Know I came up from nothing Using YouTube type beats. Wanna fight? Good night, I'ma kill him like Lee, Yeah.
Pharmacist, Kylof Söze — EXHAUST
«EXHAUST» — Pharmacist, Kylof Söze. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:26. Жанр — Электроника.
