Kishore Kumar Hits

Luwop - Fatal Hit şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Luwop

albüm: Fatal Hit


Getting all this bread dipping meds
Popping like a tommy
Big chop you run up with your gang
Catch like six bodies
Sit calmly fucking on your bitch
I'm a bit cocky
Wrist glossy piece for you niggas
Like I'm with Gandhi
Yes I always win so that means I never lose
All this pussy 'round me make it hard for me to choose
Stepping on the beat and Imma ride it like a cruise ship
Pockets full of hunnids I be counting all the blue strips
New bitch
Walk up in the club they like who dis
True shit
Niggas didn't know I really do this
Move it
Get up out my way I'm like move bitch
Cool it push me to the edge
And Imma lose it
Loose lips sink ships
Boy that's why we stay cautious
Double up my cup
Make a young nigga stay nauseous
We not like y'all lil boys
We got no losses
Broke ass nigga
You know we our own bosses
Beat a nigga ass so bad I got a flawless
Nigga you know this a battle
And you lost it
You sold it I bought it
Look like a whole damn forest
Trapped in my wallet
Fast cars Imma take flight it'll be a breeze
You can see Mars all the stars and the seven seas
Stevie way I'm movin' like a star in the Seventies
I been fucking bitches super hard since I was 17
Super Seventeen
Android kill everything
Bitch I'm off a bean
Killin' Krillin hit 'em wit' a beam
Wrist freeze a nigga
Too cold not a nice thing
Imma Ice King
All you bitches is some Marceline's
Yes a nigga always striving for the fucking victory
Water on my wrist you know it's feeling slippery
My niggas always strapped up heavy ass artillery
You niggas auxiliary we gon' spin you like rotisserie
And no I never cared cause a nigga so sinister
I'll date a bitch but I'll never be into her
The only way I'm into her is if I'm coming into her
She my prisoner so you know I have to finish her
Getting all this bread dipping meds
Popping like a tommy
Big chop you run up with your gang
Catch like six bodies
Sit calmly fucking on your bitch
I'm a bit cocky
Wrist glossy piece for you niggas
Like I'm with Gandhi
Hit on his head he walking dead
So we call 'em zombie
Red glocky run against the blacks
Like Mitt Romney
Sip saki
In the cut balling like Milwaukee
Better than your best
And that's prolly why I'm so cocky

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