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death kut - bullets كلمات الأغنية

[call sign]
he is the creator and sustainer of all the worlds, whether those worlds are known or unknown to mankind

[verse 1]
it’s about to be a viewer vine, b-tch, get the clip/
throw the whole screenplay away; flip the script/
you can make it rain but i talk and the b-tch’ll strip/
my ego so big you gone need a f-ckin’ lift -ssist/
i rip this sh-t to bits, i’m a great white/
cut a motherf-cka to the core; steak knife/
this ain’t recess mothaf-cka, i don’t play nice/
i’m the grim reaper mothaf-cka, i take lives/
bullets bussin’, got ’em playin’ duck, duck, goose/
you f-cked with me, so you done f-cked up huge/
tell them hoes lay it down for the buck cut loose/
i’ma make big money, like ‘yup. f-ck scrooge.’/
if you really wanna do it you can face the -rs-nal/
erase the mistake cause your error wasn’t marginal/
you think you the pope, b-tch? not even a cardinal/
time to start acrtin’ like a man, b-tch; barbasol//

[hook] (x2)
go put the bullets in the gun/
b-tch, we ain’t playin’ wit you none/
bet you them b-tches gonna run/
so go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun//

[verse 2]
you ain’t stoppin’ me none, nope, i’m not goin’/
pull up at the mothaf-ckin’ spot with the glock showin’/
put a couple rounds in ya cap; ya mop glowin’/
knockin’ mothaf-ckas in the gutter; shot bowlin’/
i leave ya top stolen, b-tch; hatchback/
it’s ’bout to go down, ninja, like the nasdaq/
i know my fam got my back; aflac/
don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at/
i keep a fat sack, and a blunt wrap/
stay on point, sharp; more than a thumbtack/
where the boys at? where the guns at?/
what you getting into, done that/
i run that; treadmill/
sarah lee, i’m ’bout to sign a big bread deal/
ain’t no use in runnin’; stand dead still/
go ahead and tell the world how the lead feel//

[hook] (x2)
go put the bullets in the gun/
b-tch, we ain’t playin’ wit you none/
bet you them b-tches gonna run/
so go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun//

[verse 3]
what you end up f-ckin’ wit now? the top clown/
b-tches get like enemy planes, shot down/
english teachers lovin’ this sh-t cause i rock nouns/
turn you into swiss f-ckin’ cheese wit some glock rounds/
put it on lock-down; penitentiary/
if that b-tch is snitchin’, better not mention me/
cause you’ll get burned boy, to the tenth degree/
i got a million man squad; infantry/
so why you temptin’ me? cause you know i pull it/
you laid them 6s out of turn, boy; bullsh-t!/
you think you magic man? then come and bite the bullet/
b-tch, i go f-ckin’ ham, i straight up do it foolish/
and every time i do it, i do it c-cky/
i knock ’em out in the first round, f-ck rocky!/
you wanna get squirrelly, then leap froggy/
i wet ’em up to the core, b-tch; soggy//

[hook] (x2)
go put the bullets in the gun/
b-tch, we ain’t playin’ wit you none/
bet you them b-tches gonna run/
so go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun//

- death kut

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