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Havoc x The Alchemist - "Out the Frame" [Official Audio]
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Επερχόμενες συναυλίες – Havoc & The Alchemist

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Havoc
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Στίχοι

Get your fucking paper now that's the math Promote these motherfuckers, can't even add So I expect nothing less from them When the hate come you can dish it out but just be ready to take one Head shot, body shot, get your shit filled Like a cavity my hammer like the dentist drill No novacaine, feeling all the pain Watch you squeal and squirm, but they never learn Till a man is down and not on his luck On his fucking back, soul rising up To the heavens to the essense wherever they go I don't give a fuck, that nigga had to go Now send you home but the fuck up out of here Only thing I sheded for them alligator tears Motherfuckers always screaming this is our year Yeah, yeah motherfucker said it last year We Popping off The first time You get told We Play no games, no more games That shit dead So Move along 'fore you get your ass torn Straight Out the frame, out the frame Filled with lead If it's not about the paper then what its about? That's the only thing you talkin' than making it count As the world spin getting headspins I'm laid back, she wanna bring her best friend After this it's to the grind like I never left it First to wake you niggas moving like you narcoleptic To each his own but be ready for the rude awake Middle of the night niggas putting two in your face Catchin' a new case is the struggle it lasted longer Gotta keep it pushing, don't kill you it make you stronger The formula avoid the coroner Paper stash you make more of it Keep the hammer on you try your best not to get caught with it All strategic moves all my niggas official How it feel when you feel it going through your tissue Try to tell these clowns I ain't for the fucking circus Dead you niggas get my money that's my sole purpose We Popping off The first time You get told We Play no games, no more games That shit dead So Move along 'fore you get your ass torn Straight Out the frame, out the frame Filled with lead
Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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