Lyrics

Fuck that bitch I don't need no shit I'ma run my clips Everybody wanna die like fuck You ain't never run no stick You ain't whip no whip Talk all that game but fuck Keep the target painted up in red I ain't dead Staying fed motherfucka c'mon show me you ain't fuck You ain't nothing little rat witchu act that a fact I'ma step on a pest 'til fuck Keep on go pumping the breaks My foot on the gas You ain't got what it takes I dance on your coffin while it's up in flames You started to talk so I'm ending the game .45 to his head need no dot Wanna act tough you ain't never been shot You just a snack a lil' fun in the plot My soul far from real so no I won't rot Left right stab One more on the floor Butterfly knife wid a butterfly door I whip exotic Bustin' coffins Name not Robbie But I'm rotton Kicked down the gates I busted from hell I got me his bitch and I blocked me her cell Bodies talkin' Choppas choppin' Slept real good But now I'm locked in Money 'mounts you could never afford That's why your brother is dead Know how much that you just love and adore So I said off with his head Bending the block way I step to his door No Freddie but I'll make sure you feel the dread Maybe if you hadn't go begged for a war Your life wouldn't hang by a thread Fuck that bitch I don't need no shit I'ma run my clips Everybody wanna die like fuck You ain't never run no stick You ain't whip no whip Talk all that game but fuck Keep the target painted up in red I ain't dead Staying fed motherfucka c'mon show me you ain't fuck You ain't nothing but a rat witchu act that a fact I'ma step on a pest 'til fuck One man army Violent thoughts that grow with every passing step All these pussies think they something I fear that I've overslept Busted out my cage I've overcome more demons in my depths Why you seek forgiveness you're the reason That I come correct
Writer(s): Nine Ful Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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