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snowgoons - solid gold guns كلمات الأغنية

verse 1: conway the machine:

uh, 40 leave you n_ggas slumped (boom boom)
p_ssy you gon’ need a bigger gun (hah)
i let off the drum and watch you n_ggas run and scream like b_tches when the magazine spittin’ hold up (brrrrrr)
i’m cut from a different cloth (cap)
i could look at you and tell that you n_ggas soft (you p_ssy n_gga)
ha, drop a bag and get you n_ggas all (cap)
i ain’t gotta lift the finger i just made the call (green light)
hm, if it’s an issue let it be known (what’s poppin’, homie?)
shot him in the ribs broke three bones (hold that)
psh, every week a hundred p’s gone (ahahaha!)
razor slide across a n_gga cheekbones
verse 2: banish:

look, steppin’ out up in that onda wearin’ off_white (off_white)
catch these f_ckers frontin’ then it’s on sight (alright)
she already know it’s gon’ be a long night, little stoner rub by that b_tch she lovin’ that long pipe (take it)
a man’s in them had a plan they had to cancel that plot
‘fore they got caught with more shots than the denzel got
like what the f_ck is this new rap business i won’t get it these lames is bad trannies i can tell out the gate that they b_tches (yeah, haha…)
put this muzzle on you if you keep yappin’
don’t know what happen say i’m trappin’ actin’ about out that action (listen)
i got a dozen for you and i don’t gotta chase far
it’s whatever they want ’cause i got more gauges than a racecar (uh)

chorus: banish:

so listen fonds, and watchin’ you b_tches run
i ain’t done without a collection of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh
solid gold guns (boom boom boom boom), yeah, solid gold guns
you fools is bums already know i’m not the one
i ain’t done without an _rs_nal of solid gold guns, (brrrrrr), uh
solid gold guns (boom boom boom boom), yeah, solid gold guns

verse 3: supreme cerebral:

yeah, sick ’em all while these whittin’ stand socks (the flyest)
do a n_gga dirtier than ham hocks
beam on your white tee look like the flag j_pan got (brra!)
you have_not, you ain’t worth the incoil in my hand cap (facts)
ar soundin’ like a drumroll (brrrrr!), fashion game got these b_tches gung_ho
winchester tuck, sh_t, she know a n_gga hung low (ah), dumb ho, my bas_m_nt lookin’ like i’m runnin’ gun shows (braa!)
shoot outs in broad day, send ya to them pearly gates (uh)
razor in my mouth like birdywaite, the thirty eight, will permeate, and surely take the burnin’ fate of learnin’ hate
and knowin’ that i’m showin’ faith to increase the murder rate (braa!)
verse 4: recognize ali:

uh, i put the toaster to a n_gga dome (recognize)
then tell him where the bread, or he f_ckin’ gone
flyin’ daggers, katana blades, or a toughly holmes?
got his home, tell a king that i’mma need his throne
straight up gorilla style, my k!llers wild, you b_tches bow
today i should catch a body, sh_t it’s been a while
look, i s_x raw, with a french wh0re, pink clothes array, send color than the french war
go to war like saladin make n_ggas restin’ first
you lose a hand from pullin’ out your weapon first
banish hit me, told me “god, i need a second verse” (please god, please god)
with him and conway on the track, you meet your second death!

chorus

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