Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Brotha Lynch HungНазвание : Death DanceДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap horrorcore rap hip-hop sacramento Видео:
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That`s real Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had a life, never had a wife I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn) This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands `til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs Plus I, I handle this like I handle that I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs How many times must I have to spit, patna? And how many nines must I have to grip? Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober [Chorus] x2 Do the death dance, (C`mon) Do the death dance, C`mon I don`t wanna see your hands Do the death dance [Verse 2] See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about? I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana Crooked like every daytona, get that Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out Put one in, take one out I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh) I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty Aight, everybody get ready [Chorus] x2 | Похожие исполнители:
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