sadboyshaq - frieza (wolves) lyrics
[intro]
step in the street, dead, guh
ayo, c’mere, son
this n_ggas actin’ like i don’t got a boxing degree
n_gga, i’ll get crazy, word to my motherf_cka
karate, n_gga, black belt, wakatah!
[chorus]
huh, this sh_t make ’em freeze up
my chop’ don’t like yo’ monkeys, i’ma call him frieza
you wouldn’t see how we die, i show yo’ ass a teaser
my shooter dead, come out the gut, he built like bautista
i take a plug walk on that water, b_tch, i feel like jesus
they so locked, they lookin’ forty, b_tch, i feel like yeezus
they said he dead, you can’t get money ’til the job completed
he talkin’ holy, we gon’ sacrifice ’em to them demons
catch him end up off like “ah”, we make ’em do some jumpin’ jacks
give me time, my word is bond, you think i’m scared of that?
slam a n_gga on his head, they call me jack cable
chop ’em up and make his body parts into a table
they said, “on spot”, they put your b_tch, she finna catch a facial
my asian shooter dead, he ain’t popped out with interracial
catch his ass in public, he said i’m mistaken
but the opp not judgin’, but you was in that station
like a f_ckin’ bad bull we had to f_ckin’ face ’em
he thought he had a part ten, we f_cked ’round and laced ’em
n_gga back to his [rouge?], we put ’em in the bas_m_nt
i got producers on the call, they wanna k!ll some placements
[verse]
if i catch ’em outside, f_ck up a transportation
heard yo’ baby got shot, man, i hope that make in
boot up, they signed the deal, you sold like the jamaicans
they gon’ jump yo’ ass up, now you in different places
b_tch, i’m in that stolo, runnin’ to that gas stat’
put that gas to yo’ ass, i’ma call ’em airframe
had to match a n_gga face in with a f_ckin’ campaign
force that n_gga to overdose, i made him [?]
n_gga, do you know joy lane?
this b_tch act i’m f_ckin’ funny, made her laugh like ryan [?]
we put yo’ mans up in the air, that’s a whole different f_ckin’ stray
i put them arrows to his nose, he tryna touch a f_ckin’ brain
[chorus]
huh, this sh_t make ’em freeze up
my chop’ don’t like yo’ monkeys, i’ma call him frieza
you wouldn’t see how we die, i show yo’ ass a teaser
my shooter dead, come out the gut, he built like bautista
i take a plug walk on that water, b_tch, i feel like jesus
they so locked, they lookin’ forty, b_tch, i feel like yeezus
they said he dead, you can’t get money ’til the job completed
he talkin’ holy, we gon’ sacrifice ’em to them demons
slam a n_gga on his head, they call me jack cable
chop ’em up and make his body parts into a table
they said, “on spot”, they put your b_tch, she finna catch a facial
my asian shooter dead, he ain’t popped out with interracial
catch his ass in public, he said i’m mistaken
but the opp not judgin’, but you was in that station
(we had to f_ckin’ face ’em)
he thought he had a part ten, we f_cked ’round and laced ’em
(the bas_m_nt)
i got producers on the call, they wanna k!ll some placements
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- styles p - live still lit (skit) lyrics
- adrian whitehead - better man lyrics
- bikey dekada & nixx - пабло пабло (pablo pablo) lyrics
- katey sagal - son of a preacher man lyrics
- manhack - expedition 14a lyrics
- mishima - mentre floreixen les flors lyrics
- le orme - tutto passerà lyrics
- alan walker - the river lyrics
- wheezy waiter - the gazebo song lyrics
- j.s homero - unicornio lyrics