a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

stitches – the funeral كلمات اغاني

[intro]
you throw dirt on my name
i throw dirt on your grave
quack quack quack quack quack
get the strap strap strap strap strap

[chorus]
you throw dirt on my name
i throw dirt on your grave
soon as i pulled out that choppa i shoot you in your face
you’s a duck
quack quack quack quack quack
50 cent get the strap strap strap strap strap
when i’m shooting that gun i never cover up my face
this is dawn not a wraith
when i’m shooting that gun i never cover up my face
free tay k
you go make me do the race

[verse 1]
murder capital 1
this p-ssy rapper is my son
i may have the k!ll him
‘cause i’m done
he tried to crowds surf and he got jumped
how you get bit of by your own fans
i ain’t never fear no man
see i’m the motherf-cking snow man
and you used motherf-cker hoe man
y’all need to k!ll me
you know this street feel me
clearly, i dont have p-ssy n-ggas near me
i don’t been set up
i could have been shot up
rip for my (?) brotha
pull my face on the white t–th
for that i need a statue of liberty
i get the urge to commit a crime
every time that i’m losing my mind
i guess you been call me a criminal
as i let a.k boom
now you got a bullet hole
one in your chest and one in your skull
my gun automatic i just let it blow

[verse 2]
f-ck you and your dawgs
you dude boy was mine
i can make the turn on you for a dime
i’m crippin’ why you sleeping i’m a demon
i’ve think that i get off when i see people bleeding
so tell me now make the decision
see i’m your daddy you need commision
i’ll spank you, little boy
here is a happy meal, enjoy the toy
see i’m a manic, i must admit
if ever see, i let her in
f-ck your b-tch, she suck my d-ck
as (?) you’s a b-tch

- stitches

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع