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mercenaries (rap group) - white flag lyrics

[papa sleep]
sirens blazing out the window smoking ash the blunt right on your face
count the zeros on the check can’t erase the money
x marks the spot
put a glock in your stomach
i need big bags
black cash
get it on the dark net

out of my bandwidth out of this planet
blood in the river living so famished

skin ripped flash flood b-tch drip big whip you the sh-t huh
bury me with all the funds
laughing to the grave mercenaries branded on my chest yuh

[chorus]
we won’t let you…
you can send a bunch of threats and we won’t wave the white flag
blur our story
reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back
we can’t let you walk in…
you can send a bunch of threats and we won’t wave the white flag
spreading your hate up here
reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back

[lord distortion & navvvi]
now you the target, a dot on ya head
mercenaries are the cause of ya death
//
might flex my problems
like cause and effect
c-ck eyed the eyes roll from out side the head
//
you a ninfo, a second from a head, moe
you a lowblow, a joker like you hannibal
//
addy in my right hand, scope on my eye socked
finna wave the white flag huffin fumes to die off it
f-ck it, you go timid when it’s time
your never innit, b-tch
//
everything the matter when you staring at my f-cking angle
//
red dot hit his business he ain’t get the chance to finish sh-t
//
b-tch dont be coming for my record cause you dont know about it
ive been a fit astounded when vomit exits out ya mouf
holo-graphic like its auto-traffic you can give it doubt
//
grope a scope
and load the mag
i brought the rope
you brought the bag
i wanna ball
i so f-ck a tag
cut the law
and flush the pack
//
b-tches be smelling like you i swear
//
bang your girl and i pull her hair
going idle off the script
she finna move into my lair
//
pebbles are kickin i giggle when im in yo face
quittin the actin like baby part of the race
//
bullets hit his body if he ever finna waste time
//
ya girlie she callin i hit it wit a f-cking glaze
//
said she wanna come again she said she has a great time

[istasha]
if i gotta guess it now your four is idle

foreign fluid washing all denial

time to set the motor off to vital

running on two slap the gear
when i wanna get dramatic
imma place me on a stage
watch your tragic credit
grab it get it stuck on in the cake
cage
cane
f-ck

blinded set
no light reflect the scales
running back
little lizard
on cruise
let it capsize

dumping money
point at what you get and i got it
i run the track around it
i just sold my eyes i can’t find em
i must define the constraints

i cover callous gauze
with autographs of all of my problems
upon establishing all of my sh-t is only complaints

b-tch you oughta get sucked down with your white flag

but you get stopped
desktop
wiped
pressing down the drain
centrifuge
get messed up

- mercenaries rap group lyrics

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