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 #

zotiyac - door lyrics

[verse]
ay, b-tch i feel like a sharpshooter
sit your sh-t up like a booster and wake his -ss like a rooster
rueger got t-tties like hooters
don’t try no sneak sh-t i might shoot ya
clip in my hand like a blooper
big forty it f-ck up your future
this b-tch big like rasputia
just cop the whole back trying to hit his medula
pop off your lid, holo the tip and knock off your wig
boy you can tell we inside of your crib
he got a future, don’t die behind this
don’t lie to me n-gg-, lie to your b-tch
we not the same n-gg-, my sh-t too thick
put the blood in this sh-t into my pockets like crips
strips, i need them blue
i need a hit yeah, i need a boo (boo-boo)
i called a hitman and just say who
bullets just hit man, how they just flew
bullet a kick man, ill at kung-fu
chopper like chun-li (uh, yeah)
dumber like humpty
these 223’s leave ’em lumpy
it look like he off the lean, how he slumping
call to swerve gauge gasoline, how it’s pumping
veck to go grrraah
i put that b-tch to your neck it go grrraaah
hold the ar like i hold the guitar
jars in the bag and the dope in the jars
this tiny mac make you open your jaw
keep spending bank like we don’t know the law
you ain’t never been there n-gg-
i’m in there like swimwear n-gg-
ain’t go to cl-ss cause i didn’t care n-gg-
probably pull up and drop a few tens there n-gg-
then i pop out probably slide to the north
so, i got a ride with a rock and a corpse
pop a shot watch you fly, so honda accord
pop adopt that little n-gg- ain’t talkin’ no more
ay, died on his way to the morgue
they bagged him up way before
ain’t ‘en tries, too late for that boy
they know its over, ain’t no saving that boy
ay, he died on the way to the floor
little n-gg- got dropped like a four
it’s 30 my glock, this sh-t hot just like porridge
n-gg- run up, this sh-t sing like a chorus
got my glock, but my brother gon’ bring out that tourist
slide with the mac, snap like a taurus
holo his back, he running like forest
and might find his body somewhere in the forest
my gun dirty go mob ’em like tourist
this b-tch thirsty go slob ’em like yours
i feel like curry i ride with the warriors
ay, open your top like a door

- zotiyac lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS