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Phonkha
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Phonkha
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I got to, I got to I got to, I got to I, I, I, I Got to, Got to Got to, Got to Lay you down with a bullet Ran out from busta boy giving of that Bustaz is calling Just pray on your furniture Nigga i'll find you to do what you care So tell your mammy bring tha bastard's son You fucked when evil pimp Did you why in it so stupid bitch you was done Homicide, Homicide Lay you down with a bullet Ran out from busta boy giving of that Bustaz is calling Just pray on your furniture Nigga i'll find u u to do what you care I got to ready loaded gauge To blow you off You fucked when evil pimp Did you why in it so stupid bitch you was done Lay you, lay you down Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down Ran out Bustaz Nigga i'll, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga Nigga i'll find, i'll find you to do Lay you, lay you down Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down Ran out Bustaz Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga Wanna sight your (doe) holes Scarin like a scarecrow Hit the floor Who you go Up above Win a love Blowing on a blunt stoned Give a nigga strep throat I got to ready loaded gauge To blow you off I'm spreading homicidal murder just like it's the cough I never could understand Why all these niggas be wanting to gamble their life I had just to let you up And turn your ass into some chicken and rice So tell your mammy bring tha bastard's son You fucked when evil pimp Did you why in it so stupid bitch you was done
Writer(s): Nojus Linkevicius, Chris Mclean, Love Herbie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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