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hiro (phonk) - lost heart كلمات أغنية

(hiro)

i’m breakin’ b_tches for my dividends
don’t show no slack, i’m m.c. mack
so buster b_tches watch yo back
we creepin’ in comin’, in bumin’, breakin’ ya off some proper
deliverin’ in k!llin’, mackin’ preparin’ ya for the slaughter
the triple six, k!lla klan
prophet entertainment out comin’ up
chargin’ b_tches, for riches
so ho type n_gga, don’t test yo nuts
herringbone with the d around my neck
got’cha in a sweat, no fessin’, j
ust messin’ my mother f_ckin’ pimpin’
so b_tch lets go cash yo check

it was a night of a devils pledge
strictly ’bout my murder weapon
they bled, the holy red, i lived and popped ’em in shreds
the millions i made ’em i caught ’em slippin’
i rushed ’em quick
with glocks and chest pop
drop them b_tches in the restin’ places
k!lla klan sinisters, evil lord ministers, prophet entertainment
breakin’ tricks with no lovin’ her
scan f_ckin’ man, with them demons craved in the soul
but you still don’t hear me though, so you b_tches be my hoes
heres the blast, why did you look into that mask
ballin’ up early, let me finish up our task
the dirty work, but dirty work
there is no ask, in questions
teachin’ lessons, bout a bullets i be stressin’
my mind is kind of out there high in the sky
i’mma finna go in k!ll my alli_by, alli_by
no reason why he wonder, how he might just tell a lie
lookin’ down on ya by a prophet b_tch
crunchy blac dig ya grave for ya
prophet

to all you wonabees, fake tradin’ wonabees
i’m not gonna leave, ’til i found the mother f_ckin’ keys
just walked into yo house, wrap some tape, ’round his momma mouth
put the chrome tec, in her face, incase she wanna shout
(project pat don’t give a f_ck)
if i hear the five_o comin’, i’mma break in run
but i’mma gonna get that f_ckin’ cheese before a n_gga done
all about them prophets, three six mafia, yeah we in the game
ridin’ nothin’ but clean ass lexus, and suburban thangs

keepin’ all ana down, haters man i gotta dodge
stayin’ out the eyes of you folks, cause you full of flock
plain as day, quick to say the three six ain’t no child’s play
f_ckin’ with that junky fella, pluckin’ on that twelve plate
prophet posse, reunited, man these hoes hatin’ it
all about a meal ticket, local on this k!llin’ sh_t
feelin sh_t, heres a b_tch, another hit ya
fist up with the renzo cl!ck, glock totin’ mad dog
goppin’ down three six, mafia, mafia
i’m breakin’ b_tches for my dividends
don’t show no slack, i’m m.c. mack
so buster b_tches watch yo back
we creepin’ in comin’, in bumin’, breakin’ ya off some proper
deliverin’ in k!llin’, mackin’ preparin’ ya for the slaughter
the triple six, k!lla klan
prophet entertainment out comin’ up
chargin’ b_tches, for riches
so ho type n_gga, don’t test yo nuts
herringbone with the d around my neck
got’cha in a sweat, no fessin’, j
ust messin’ my mother f_ckin’ pimpin’
so b_tch lets go cash yo check

(this sh_t contagious hoe)

- hiro phonk

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