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la coka nostra - gun in your mouth lyrics

[intro: slaine]

for the georgetown bank robbers, this one’s for you. c’mon.

[chorus: ill bill]

i’mma rob a bank then i’mma bounce down south with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth stick up the dope man, y’all know what the f-ck i’m about with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

run your whole sh-t, stash box under the couch with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth run up in your momma’s house and air everyone out with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

[verse 1: slaine]

let’s smoke a bundle of embalming fluid stick an armoured car up, i’mma climb into it all i need is an eightball and nine to do it i’ll put the f-cking driver in the trauma unit i know some wannabes sloppy with keys with c-ke and cash in the crib, probably trees we’ll get em drunk, p-ssed out then copy his keys open his door, rope up his wh-r- and then breeze i know the time for a robbery is very long but it really doesn’t bother me i need to get rich, b-tch cause i’m drug sick i got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique f-ck a pig cop f-ggot or a mob flick we get away clean, we’ll never be seen and this is the american dream so we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means

[chorus: ill bill]

run your whole sh-t, stash box under the couch with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth run up in your momma’s house and air everyone out with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

[verse 2: everlast]

it’s the ironman with a nine in his hand got my mind on the plan cause i grind for the fam kick in the door waving the four-four run the kush and the cash, get your -ss on the floor ties his hands behind his back with extension cords he was slipping backstage at the source awards i call dms, you call ems, fdny, nypd we get high committing strong-armed robberies don’t matter if it’s crack, heroin, or trees when the gun’s in your face, you gonna open the safe unless you really wanna know how a bullet’ll taste

[chorus: ill bill]

run your whole sh-t, stash box under the couch with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth run up in your momma’s house and air everyone out with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

[verse 3: ill bill]

i pull hammers like double aces, my desert eagles in your f-cking faces it’s billy crystal, the f-cking greatest a really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines a f-cking idiot, i ain’t afraid to do time addicted to money, i ain’t afraid to do crime addicted to p-ssy, x-rated with two dimes i fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers f-ck a heater, i’ll beat you to death with furniture throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen b-tch we the sh-t, motherf-cker this is it we the real thing, we bring scorsese to reality i turn horrifying behaviour into salaries i jump out a helicopter and pop ya run up by you while you’re in burger king eating a whopper

[chorus: ill bill]

run your whole sh-t, stash box under the couch with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth run up in your momma’s house and air everyone out with a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

- la coka nostra lyrics

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