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mvko – zero ft. jmattson & witchouse 40k (prod. santos santana) – mvko – zero كلمات اغاني

mvko

man down
choppa clean you up like sham-wow
h-llhounds
hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds
stand inside the ring get knocked out
big mouths
talkin all that sh-t you ain’t bout

smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom
open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room
dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
f-ck you bitin motha f-ckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom
lack of oxygen i dont breathe i dont need that
thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag
if lifes a game of chance i’ll press my luck never gonna fold
eyes rolled back i saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
i’m a soul of roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone
ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls

x2
no russian i’m in the lobby wit a pump b-tch
all i needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits
no i never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal
intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible

jmattson

breaking down some bud b-tch we out the mud count it up
not too many motherf-ckers that i’m down to trust loud as f-ck
when we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
there ain’t sh-t that you could tell us little b-tch
run it up run it up
most these rappers dumb as f-ck
double h m you b-tch we bout this sh-t we steady coming up
what the f-ck what the f-ck
excellent we nothing but
you gone p-ss the blunt or what
these haters we gon f-ck em up hoe
all these motherf-ckers on some weak you sh-t you got me f-cked up if you think that i ain’t peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style i got more you can keep it b-tch
you know what the f-ck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs
never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that’s your girl tell me why the f-ck she all up on my d-ck

witchouse 40k

fall back/
suck a d-ck, lil p-ssy boy
you ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/
nerf gun thug bro, i destroy his ego, i feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/
i just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/
i’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/
i look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/
your life is so fake like you working at regal/
pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like i’m selling him roofies/
i just got blood on my soobies/
red bottom walking i’m walkin on rubies/
she saying use me, drape me in louis, i ain’t a noobie suckin that d-ck/
takin a groupie, making her boujee, now i got lucy all on my d-ck/
turning your -ss into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/
f-ckin a b-tch in the back, aye/
f-ckin a b-tch for the bag, aye/
hittin a l!ck and i’m calling it quites, and i’m cutting a brick that i stash in the whip/
indica zip hit me up for the ick and i’m f-ckin yo butch with my d-ck in her ribs/
poppin out, b-tch i walk it out while you on your couch/
smoke em out, b-tch i’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/
bulletproof, but they fall in down, feed em to the crowd/
h-llhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/

- mvko zero ft jmattson witchouse 40k prod santos santana

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