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bukshot - turbulence كلمات أغنية

[intro]
here we go!

[verse 1: boogie]
i’m that fat boy you really don’t wanna f_ck with
wrap your ass in duct tape, stuff you in the trunk, b_tch
call the wolf up from the mob and make you disappear quick
flip a coin up in the air, i’m on my javier sh_t
i am a k!ller so just push me, my trigger finger’s itchin’
for a k!ll and lucille is lookin’ a little thirsty
this ain’t a game, we on some mob sh_t
f_ck with the squad and you’ll get treated as the opps, b_tch
it’s mob and i ain’t goin’ out like that, it’s bukshot and the squad, mob gang and that’s a fact
hollow tips for my victims ’cause you know this monster strapped
talkin’ sh_t ’bout my family, homie, that ass ain’t comin’ back
my wcw ain’t no trick, it’s an ak_47 suppressed with a 30_round banana clip
and that’s a trip, you honestly thought your sh_t would go legit?
the smallest dude in my crew will smoke that ass with a pistol grip, motherf_cker

[chorus: str8jaket & bzo]
trails of the formidable, undying, incredible mob
feel the rumble of the war drum, here they come now
lock your doors, say your prayers, we are walkin’ nightmares
bukshot & the squad causin’ turbulence

[verse 2: bukshot]
what it do? comin’ through, it’s the mob, k!ller crew
act a fool with the lunes, better stop, grab my tool
it’s a monkey wrench, rock it and give a twist
watch how fast your head decapitate, sucker, make a wish
’bout to blow your candles out, look at how i handle clout
catch ’em slippin’ at a local show, we’ll smack ’em out
better mind your business when i’m in this
buk norris vicious, make you sleep with fishes
bona fide, stomp your face, make your momma cry
my word is gold, never bluff, no, i never lie
block monster, take all your cookies
eat ’em in front of you, blame it on boogie
i don’t like spiders, replace ’em with riders
don’t like my choice, get your boys and come fight us
you don’t wanna see me, boy, you wear blinders
you’re a fool if you think i’ll put this sh_t behind us
[chorus: str8jaket & bzo]
trails of the formidable, undying, incredible mob
feel the rumble of the war drum, here they come now
lock your doors, say your prayers, we are walkin’ nightmares
bukshot & the squad

[verse 3: str8jaket & bzo]
can you feel it when the ground starts to shake?
the march of the mob in the distance, you can hear the drums bang
beware the k!llers in the mist right in front of you, pistol whip just to punish you
call me k!ller mike, i make you run the jewels, hunt a few
f_ckin’ with the wrong ones, crackin’ heads like home runs
crazy with the babble ’til the heat comes, almost feels demonic
supersonic with the j.j. fad, super mad
empty that all ’cause my success got you stupid mad, f_ck ’em
i’m bringin’ damage to all the vermin
my main concern is you squirmin’ in the furnace
i burn this one blunt for the squad puttin’ pressure
on you like a tourniquet, mobstyle music tournament
y’all heard of it, i know you have, you’re probably somewhere searchin’ it
i’m reserving a seat for you inside the he_rs_ you get
the worst of it, a perfect fit, of course the best is yet to come
blow a f_ckin’ hole up in your chest and read the rest of some

- bukshot

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