Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Black MoonНазвание : Niguz Talk ShitДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop underground hip-hop new york Видео:
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Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks Shit, killin every nigga in sight Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite Cause I`m a sick-ass nigga with no brains Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains Any thought I think, you blink and drink death So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left 5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you`re still through Yo nigga, where`s my four-fifth? I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit Bring it on, what, I got no shame Buckshot`s in the house and you know my name [ CHORUS ] Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel` Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel` Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel` I`m the type of nigga to put lead in your grill [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ] Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick Pass the automatic, I`m about to flip And spray niggas with my vocal ( ? ) Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest And when I roll mad deep niggas back off Fuckin with Buckshot it`s blood you cough I don`t laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt But I chocke a stunt if it`s beef she want So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe And her nigga, triggers I`m addicted to Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew You`re wack, face the fact, you`re all on my jock Till the ehm tic-toc, I don`t pop So yo make way so I can make my day I`m fonky but you`re Pepe Le Pew [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ] Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you`re talkin mad shit If you`re really on my dick, bend, take a lick Here`s your choice cause my voice`ll break backbones and necks Who`s next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk I`m no joke, I flip the script like De Niro I`m a full-course meal, you`re a one-dollar Hero I`m sorta like the mob when I get a job done Contracts and all that, guns, guns So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline Bitch, you know my name, bring it in [ CHORUS ] | Похожие исполнители:
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