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body bag ben - black out كلمات الأغنية

black out lyrics
[intro]
they ain’t know i could flip it like that, huh
i tell her, “805 sh_t”
look, buss it

[verse 1]
bleed it dry ’til the last stone rub the collarbone
they wanna see me take that backseat ride alone
ain’t getting buried like he beatrix (nah)
the kid’ll sl!ck make ya needle skip, left his noodle split
split the bounty with a few men
you know the good ones
flash my piece like john goodman, my dudes is hoodlums
hoodied up, don’t bother asking
he ’bout that action and he good from long range (brrra) like john paxton, huh
off the hip, keep the thing c_cked, thе drum gripped
leave him covеred in sh_t like them white boys at the woodstock
they stock plummet
the hands nice and he good with the stick like kirby puckett
two tears in a bucket
motherf_ckers getting peeled like mango (haha)
six deep in the durango, keep the franco and the kangol (oh)
toss the rock like rick fox when the swine flock
f_ck they sh_t up, now we layin’ in that palm box
he ain’t got nothing to prove
eat ya food like the fat boys in krush groove, he really f_ckin’ up they mood
blood pressure lookin’ crazy
he livin’ life out by four words lately, that’s, “f_ck you, pay me”
bye
[chorus]
they all smiles with they hands out (with they hands out)
they talkin’ money but they never went the fast route (the fast route)
pull ya card, let the mac out (baow)
got my back to the wall
f_ck ’em all, ’bout to black out
they all smiles with they hands out (with they hands out)
they talkin’ money but they never went the fast route (the fast route)
pull ya card, let the mac out (baow)
got my back to the wall
f_ck ’em all, ’bout to black out
(yeah)

[verse 2]
keep a firm hand on a tiller with a thirst for blood like attila (huh)
shoot it in your face like reggie miller (baow)
the tip of the pen like the blade of my emoto
he bringing that black flag, setting fire to your logo, huh
ain’t no deadlocks or stalemates (nah)
fisher ’cause debate, he from a block where fish flakes f_ckin’ up they face (ah)
keep the tray by the waist, these suckers riding scoundrels
survival, these words is tribal (brrra), but we broke the shackles
y’all weed out the rotten apples for the mackerel
he barry sanders jukin’ open tackles (woo)
rest his ashes on the wooden mantle
they couldn’t handle the pressure from the bomb, the rhyme pattern blitz like john randle (oh)
he just a flash and a pen
flame the stand when the final flash leap of the hands so understand somethin’
it’s deeper
hold my sickle like the reaper
carry the planets on the hood of my neck like the body of shesha
spit it properly, they worship me like half serpent bodies in hindu mythology
n0body’s stopping me, huh
y’all see the god in me, he barbaric, slapped like barbarians
the heir apparent, air it out, if i said it, i meant it
[chorus]
they all smiles with they hands out (with they hands out)
they talkin’ money but they never went the fast route (the fast route)
pull ya card, let the mac out (baow)
got my back to the wall
f_ck ’em all, ’bout to black out
(one more time)
they all smiles with they hands out (with they hands out)
they talkin’ money but they never went the fast route (the fast route)
pull ya card, let the mac out (baow)
got my back to the wall
f_ck ’em all, ’bout to black out
(oh)

[outro]
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- body bag ben

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