a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

83hades - barry bonds lyrics

[verse 1: 83hades]
walk in, you can’t see the scratches on side of my weapon
i send him to h+ll he ain’t goin’ to heaven
this a walk+down run+down, with the mac+11
i cannot understand you so please speak correctly
i don’t do subliminals, i speak directly
i’ll f+ck up shorty, she think that she s+xy
this sh+t autopilot i’m whippin’ a tessie
i be sniffin’ on white girl i’m sniffin on lexie
and when i pull up with gang i be talkin’ my sh+t
b+tch i feel like a chef when i chop up the brick
i told her to play with it, she harden my d+ck
you should peep what i’m carryin’, cuz it’s a real gl!ck
if i walk in the function i’m takin’ your b+tch
that boy tried to k!ll me but my glock interfered
and i think i just shot him, madе my glock disappear
and if you not talkin’ money, you talkin’ real wеird
why aren’t there any big shottas in here?
turn on the strobe, now he look like a deer
because i been sinnin’ it’s god what i fear
see her throwin’ that ass told her bring it right here
on whole different levels you not even near, uh
tell me what you know about it
pull up to my crib if you ain’t that hurt we can throw about it
now they tryna come up in my life like i am never doubted
f+ckin’ on your b+tch but you can have her i be in and out it
come and suck up on this big ass d+ck, b+tch i’m really clouted
go ahead and ask about me you will find i been about it
this a motherf+ckin’ s+class, see me hoppin’ out it
all these b+tches fake they just want money
you can’t get none from me
put this d+ck up in her tummy
make her think she love me
you like d+ck? you musty
drop a perky and that sh+t turn bubbly
that b+tch fat not husky
my chop down to f+ck even if ugly
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
you might get money but we get it quicker
these n+ggas be sayin’ the plug is they n+gga
you is drug addict of course he’s your n+gga
i don’t f+ck with the plug, and he isn’t my n+gga
we tie up the plug and threw him in the river
she comin’ back to my [?] like a [?]
we beat him and took his strap, it made no difference
she’s suckin’ my d+ck like she’s f+ckin’ illiterate
most of you only seen guns on the internet
i pop a perc and i don’t go to sleep
darkie drew me and team made 4k in a week
off of rap, that’s no cap n+gga
you said that your b+tch was thick but she fat n+gga
whenever you see me i’m dripped in designer
[?] prada saks with a new prada hat n+gga
don’t call me, knock your ass back into slavery
don’t hit me for features unless you is payin’ me
all these rappers is cap except 83
i run to the money too fast you ain’t racin’ me
i keep on breakin’ the bank so they hatin’ me
i got a jar full of strong like it’s spinach
she hop on my stick like we finna play quidditch
toe taggin’ the beat and we made you a witness
we find out you snitch and we handlin’ business
your b+tch at my house just to ride like olympics
i only work out when i’m liftin’ that glock
if i’m talkin’ ’bout fitness that’s only my c+ck
in her mouth check my watch cuz it’s bl+wj+b o’clock
i just popped me a perc and got beamed up by spock
[beat change]

[verse 3: 83hades]
i got all these fish up in my bag it’s an aquarium
i just had her give me all her brain and now she really dumb
please don’t let me catch you by yourself because i carry guns
knock her out the motherf+ckin’ park like i’m barry bonds
what you gonna do lil boy? you got sperry’s on
tsa gon’ let me slide with acid on my carry+on
b+tch these guns be blastin’ ion know what the f+ck y’all be on
think you hit your limit and i’m still goin’ way beyond
got a 9 milli on my hip i got it from [?]
and this choppa singin’ like it’s mof+ckin’ celine dion
said he want it with me in the field i told him bring it on
are you sure you wanna do it lil bro this steel is strong
spin her on my d+ck, that’s a mof+ckin’ helicopter
b+tch i’m from the bk i ain’t talkin’ bout no f+ckin’ whopper
sh+t is getting hostile so i’m getting to pull out the chopper
i ain’t comin’ after just you, you and your daughter
smell the fish in bag that sh+t is fresh out the water
b+tch this sh+t is laced, i ain’t smokin’ on no marijuana
castin’ all these spells on these b+tches like i’m harry potter
i do not know why the f+ck you talkin’ boy you barely slaughter
i don’t know why the f+ck you talkin’ you won’t pull it
nah, b+tch i’m pullin’ out the heater and i’m finna cook it
nah, if you wanna get a show, you gon’ have to book it
raw d+ck for a b+tch when i see that no ones lookin’
[verse 4: christ dillinger]
f+ck a b+tch too hard, got her walkin’ crooked
i could rob a n+gga with a pistol if it’s f+ckin’ wooden
you the type of n+gga take your daughter when i wasn’t lookin’
you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ back from this game you ain’t f+ckin’ put in
you the type of n+gga snitch before you get to central booking
i’ma movie villain, n+ggas softer than vanilla puddin’
still pushin’
the [?] was just a little extra cushion
walkin’ through my hood look like you goin’ on an expedition
the way i see through fake ass n+ggas i got super vision
only time you ever held a gun was on [?]
so many zeroes in my bank account you’d think it was a typo
now my pockets too fat and i think they need lipo
[?]
[?] in 15 minutes just like i called geico

- 83hades lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS