Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: FatalНазвание : Times Wastin`Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : death metal technical death metal darkwave russian post-punk Видео:
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Verse one You can`t even picture tho` examples, and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish it`s on from storm, I`m wearin` the teflon vest rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five thirtys doin` dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell`em shit to Nix hang ya picture, throw`em all that sippin` on that, you ain`t hard that ah, you fallin` to buildin` I`m like where`s ya heart at I`m lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won`t slove ya town and get torn apart, times wastin` Chorus [Singer]- It`s the life that you live, when your hangin` on bein` a thug, and you tryin` to get you shit off how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) [Fatal talkin` over chorus] It`s no way out the game you can`t see it Verse two The devil don`t want me yet, so I pack teks writin` out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like Hardaway and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin` on my dick nigga ya foulin` out, hackin` me wit the wack rhymes grabin` ya nine, shootin` scared tryin` snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin` Al, cuz he don`t bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies thinkin` the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I`ll lonely fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co`na , and ain`t a damn nigga stuck me I`m fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe beatin` down slow, cuz you niggaz, don`t know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board my clout board, i`m clockin` spots down south soar I`m bad company, these cats be huntin` me frontin`, and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I`ll be glockin` till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top I can`t be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey told me I`ll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co`nas don`t say I ain`t wanted, when you be got you`ll be co`ned these streets ain`t half steppin`, they got weapons for ain`t shady if you ain`t shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin` Chorus (4.5x) | Похожие исполнители:
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