Texty

You don't wanna die Tell me now Get dropped then we make your body rot Let it fly, never lie And say bye-bye to your life On the spot, Ima do this shit tonight No time to be getting in a fight Drop a bomb on your block, goodnight Sweet dreams, don't let the nightmares bite Life in my cup, I got death on my right Try with all your might but you'll never be I I took my neck and I put it on ice We took your life and showed you to the light Ima take it way back, aye Jack, Rum and Coke Next we get you smokin' shit that smell like Ajax Cashed like paychecks Wrapped like safe sex On the webcam Like 'Bones where the daze is?' I don't really give a fuck about that Motherfuckers get jacked, talkin' down on SESH Pullin' up, all black, from the boots to the masks See your past from the flash when the .45 blasts on your ass This oughta solve 'em, Mathematician Wben there is a problem Young white magician, up in smoke, vanish Disappear clean, maybe go and peep the language
Writer(s): Krystian Krokos, Kamil Kosinski, Elmo O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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