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gristle beatz - colt 45 lyrics

kid cliff:
ight
hands up
put the money in the bag i’ll blast ya
lyrical disaster
open up a can of whoop -ss on a rapper
brains getting plastered
now step back you f-cking with the master
kid cliff got a full clip
any b-tches snitch
dolla sign on the roof with the mac
gonna let it rip
d-sling in the bushes holla at my boy
and he jump out squeeze 2 rounds off the chrome toy
run up in the liquor store guns blazing
gonna take a couple hundred dollars and a king cobra case
hit the ground b-tch
i’m out this
empty out the drawer
and then i’m out b-tch
mother f-cker get down b-tch
put a hole in a hero f-cking up my filthy schemes
d-sling got the gat sweet dreams
get cream
you f-cking with the wrong team
gristle beatz crazier than a sh-t house dope fiend
security
we don’t give a f-ck
like the iron sheik i’ll put em in a camel clutch
it’s the ruff and tuffle brothers
with the mother f-ckin 45s
better run and duck for cover
make it out alive
liquor store clerk thinking they can go toe to toe
catch a hallow point from my 45 long colt
it’s colt 45, colt 45

d-sling:
d-sling coming with the heat
three mother f-ckers deep
rolling on that weed throwin lead right around your teeth
green rolling
got the whole team mowing
gr-ss so potent i seen w-lly nelson choking
high on kush
i’m hiding in a bush
waiting for the kid to run out with the money took
i’m shook
hear the po po sirens
so i run in yelling f-ck guns firing
we gotta get the f-ck out fuzz on the way
yo we better f-cking duck out the pigs don’t play
yell at dolla sign get the f-ck off the roof
then i see the store clerk make a quick move
we hop in the truck
peelin out and
hit the street
then the kid turned to me and said
where’s the f-ckin drinks
f-ck make a u-e
the cops gon’ shoot me
i don’t give a f-ck i need a 40oz brewy
the cashier said what the f-ck you doing back here
shut the f-ck up i forgot to grab some beer
then he reached for his gun i shot him in the knee
grabbed the f-cking beer and ran towards the street
then i hear a cop say stop drop the liquor
he fired three shots so i f-ckin ran quicker
jumped in the truck, let’s bounce
i got colt 45, now who got the refer
just glad i made it out alive
colt 45

$imon:
jump off the roof and i hop in the truck
slamming on the gas a little too rough
i hear the f-cking pigs and i’m acting real tough
turn the corner and i hear 3 bust
grab the mother f-ckin burner
f-ck boy where to?
i’m trippin
my baby momma missing
never go to prison
put me in submission
but they didn’t read my rights so i’m off in a minute
take it but it ain’t good like popeyes’s finger lickin
i’m just trynna get my finger up in a lil mama
rob a couple liquor stores and fly to the bahamas
then i’m on vacay but not quite yet
grab the ak d-sling put on the vest

d-sling:
i’m a f-ckin lunatic
these are my demands
catch my hands
if you come thru without a white van
i’m the man holding gun point right at you d-ck
and my boy dolla sign got the brick

$imon:
i got the duce duce pointed right at my head
bout to pull the trigger if you don’t deliver bread
my boy kid cliff got a couple burners up in the waistband
just in case things get outta hand

kid cliff:
me and dolla sign flee the scene and we headed for the border
yo they got d-sling for ar & attempted murder
25 to life in the zona state blues
gristle beatz 3 down to gristle 2

colt 45
don’t rob the liquor store
colt 45
colt 45
colt 45

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