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blacastan & stu bangas - commando lyrics

[intro]
and you don’t stop
stu bangas
and you don’t stop
and blacastan
and you don’t stop
watson and holmes, n-gg- ‘fore the show shot

[verse 1]
i’m like commando, pistol whip you hard, break the handle
grip pistols, quick clips spittin’ through your flannel
hope you get the picture like the hd panels
swing bats like mickey mantle, clap like roman candles
in this hardcore rap sh-t, blac, i wrote the manual
in the drop i look like a foot in a sandal
i’m a soldier, when i die please bury me in camo
i’m ebola, i’m aids, i’m everything ill
k!ll your family just to show you how calamity feel
in your crib like the spirits up in amityville
take your life out before you get to write out your will
then take your wife out and spray sperm all in her grill, listen
i’m spittin’ like a motor with a blown piston
at gunpoint even thugs’ll break religion like jesus
please, can you spare my soul? before he reload
and use up all of my cheat codes
but this ain’t black ops and these ain’t cats ah
they real life bullets that be makin’ your back drop
leave you with no linoleum spinnin’ on a black top
bullets like petroleum slide into your back ah

[chorus]
n-gg-, listen, we don’t play around here
just for flinchin’, you’ll get sprayed around here
we got henchmen that’ll run up in your crib with no fear
we commission them to sn-tch your kids from daycare
my n-gg-, listen, we don’t play around here
just for flinchin’, you’ll get sprayed around here
we got henchmen that’ll run up in your crib with no fear
we commission them to sn-tch your kids from daycare

[verse 2]
yo, the tec-9 clip turns rappers to hotsteppers
my shine burn eyes like rubbin’ with hot peppers
scramble with the ammo like rambo in first blood
we real life soldiers in the foxhole covered with mud
face painted like an indian war dances
in search of your chief, i’ma give you one more chance
to show me where he at, pinpointin’ his local
slugs that have you slender like the diet that’s low-cal
that’s no carbs, we feast on all beef
being a beef jerking’s makin’ your girl queef
to you she’s a queen and should be treated like latifa
to me she’s a skeezer, i skeet but never eat her
n-gg-s praise me like two hand raised emojis
the streets told me never snitch on the homies
worse come to worse, never roll on your kobes
if not get locked and get brought up like monster kody

- blacastan stu bangas lyrics

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