Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maciej Wilson Palulis
Maciej Wilson Palulis
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Run up to the bank, bust through the door Everybody get down on the motherfuckin' floor
Give up your shit, shut the fuck up, bitch I ain't got much time, so you better make
This quick There goes a brave soul runnin' away
Too bad he can't outrun my AK I see the manager, so then I approach
Open up the safe with the cash and gold Put all I can take in a duffel bag
Stacks of cash in a sash, time to dash Disappear with the FDIC loot
Go around the block in a stolen coupe Switch vehicles and change my suit
Safety is off because I'm ready to shoot Now I'm in a new ride, new disguise
Go to the trap to divide and hide Lay low until the day go
Into the night where I can dispose Any evidence of my crime spree
Take that dirty money and start laundering Or go buy some dope, maybe buy a key
Have the children of the corn, sell it for me I was first inspired by the gunfire
I saw a North Hollywood shootout prior To my desire of getting lots of riches
It equals lots of bitches, fuck that with me, And I will Put you in the ditches Ditch after ditch after ditch
For a punk-ass snitch And if you wanna be a punk little bitch
You're gonna end up in a six-foot ditch
Give me what you got, what you don't got You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Give me what you got, what you don't got
You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker It's a robbery
Break yourself, motherfucker It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery
Running from the pigs, grab the automatic AR-15, using military tactics
Armor piercing bullets, blowing up brains and guts
Found the enemies, shot them in the nuts Losing my mind and I don't know who to trust
Just to relax, I puff on angel dust Running from the law with automatics
And sawed-offs, fucking with me, Will Get your ass hauled off in a black body bag
Straight to the morgue, then you will cause me problems no more
Running to the Mexican border to escape Felony prosecution from the DA
But before I go, I gotta get some money In my pockets, cause this shit ain't funny
I need to get rich, really, really quick You get in my way, you end up in six-foot ditch
Give me what you got, what you don't got You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery
Give me what you got, what you don't got You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery Break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery
Give me what you got, what you don't got You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery
Give me what you got, what you don't got You can keep, break yourself, motherfucker
It's a robbery
Written by: Maciej Wilson Palulis
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