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mike good - 666house كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mike good]
raised with my cousins all that hate don’t f-ck with us
see yo -ss out in public wishing that he f-cking would
this the turn of the century
time to f-ckin’ murder some
spark me up some sticky fire, now they got nowhere to run
to them lies ima fry yuh, burn you smell the flesh come of your [?]
in the f-ckin’ darkness
ima get me to them [?]
you sw-ngin’ with my tension
f-ck your rap
forgot to mention
told them bulls to step in all the blood will spill away
see this my vision b-tch you ain’t in charge
see the limit to listen to all
ready to mall [?]
we f-ckin’ with y’all
[?] in yo head and make sure that they done
bodies all over the track smokin the bodies get covered with ash
do what i must to build up my path
i don’t see no other way

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
f-ck the police
burnin’ churches
god is dead
i’m done researchin’
rob the sto’ and shoot the clerk
7th ward the devil lurks
b-tch i work
cup full of perc
with a blunt full of percs
murk murk, murk a mothaf-cka just for steppin tryna kick some dirt
f-ck his b-tch real quick then i dip i didn’t have time to flirt
whats the work
me n $l!ck we stay hurt [?]
maybe its because we talk too slur
pull up wearin gucci fur (furr)
but i can’t remember ($ui $ui $ui)
b-tch it’s all a f-ckin’ blur

[verse 3: $crim]
creepin’ on the f-ckin [?]
funky fire up on my hip
sleep up in a f-ckin ditch
triple 6 i never switch
rollin up to meet yo b-tch
gold tooth, skinny pimp
walkin with a f-ckin’ limp
smokin on a blunt of hemp
know some fiends that don’t give a sh-t
packin’ up the f-ckin’ clip
sippin on a pint of dip
then i dip
blood rollin’ down the chevy
c-ck the shotty hold it steady
feel my breathin getting heavy
(breathing)

[verse 4: ramirez]
worshipin’ the devil
demons inside of my f-ckin’ head
grippin on my f-ckin’ glock now that mothaf-cka’s dead
quick in the night with the sh-t
k!ll a busta burn that b-tch
don’t give a f-ck cause triple 6
she f-ckin with me then i’m takin you to bottomless pits
murda murda replayin inside of my head
i sacrified the b-tch
now he’s pleading for more blessings [?]
the flames that arise
and now he’s screamin out my name
but i’m creepin through the shadows tryna take anotha busta’s name

[verse 5: mike good]
[?]
the house is lit filled up with six
more shadows for the lost world
that your spirit [?]
won’t see me backin’ down
the world’s pitch black i’ll ash him out
smokin’ [?] p-ssin’ out
never gave a f-ck don’t make a sound
a mothaf-cka like you won’t break the spell
off with the [?]
stick to the plan and do it again
put bodies with gas and light up again
we move [?]
i’m torture [?]
the worse of them all
but where’d it begin
i live for the [?]
b-tch don’t you forget
[?] smokin’ forever
[?] ([?])

- mike good

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