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DISSECTION

8.274Hip-Hop/Rap2020

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DISSECTION foi lançado em 4 de setembro de 2020 por DCLXVI como parte do álbum DISSECTION - Single

ÁlbumDISSECTION - Single

4 de setembro de 2020

SeloDCLXVI

IdiomaEnglish

BPM70

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Mane, I'm like a predator, I rip you up like limb from limb

Comin' at you like a animal, this pistol make a kill

Civilized and smart, I grip my gat, and slip it on my hip

Got the clip up in my hand, so it can't go off on me, bitch

That's why I protect myself, and watch my back in every way

Haven **** better watch they ass, 'cause bitch, I'm on my way

Now them **** who been thinkin' some day I'll approach they ass

But they never know because I'm creepin' when I'm on my task

Comin' out the cut, mane, with my yawk, you better watch your step

Mane, it's gon' be fatal, fuck with me, I bet you'd be disabled

**** try to go a ho but then they learn the hard way, see

It's that **** Reddog, that be clickin' when you testin', G

Got the nine Glock in my hand, them buster **** wanna trip

Grip my gl'izz'ock tightly just in case them **** think they're slick

Deadly, I'm like Freddie, take care of business when I'm havin' some

Ain't no need for bustin', ain't no bitin', 'cause I'm still the one

Bustin' caps right until now, mane, that's how the story go

Hit that ho for her fifteen, my ****, now it's time to roll

Gotta make a killin', now I'm knowin' that I'm doin' wrong

Crank my motherfuckin' tone, just hopin' that this shit be on

Bustin' caps right until now, mane, that's how the story go

Hit that ho for her fifteen, my ****, now it's time to roll

Gotta make a killin', now I'm knowin' that I'm doin' wrong

Crank my motherfuckin' tone, just hopin' that this shit be on

Watch me grab my street sweeper

System up too loud, plus, I'm high off that fuckin' ink

Thinkin' of another insane murder I committed, G

As I blast back, now I'm smilin' in their fuckin' face

Wishin' I could split somebody's throat with my switchblade

Then I click and all of a sudden, I'm out that fuckin' trance, man

Lookin' at my gat hand, time to get some gas, man

Stop at Shells to fill up my tank, ballin' down the avenue

Drinkin' on that fuckin' brew, now it's time to smoke a fool

Chicken in my system, I dismissed 'em, 'cause I fucked around

Motherfuckers talkin' shit, so bitch, I had to lay it down

It's so easy how I did it, 'cause it's just the way of life

It's like takin' candy from a-

Yeah, though, you ain't know, I can flow, time to go

Get this motherfuckin' ho, grab that bitch when he come out the door

Stomp that bitch to the ground, make him make that ugly sound

Bitch, you shouldn't've fucked with a real ****, I'm bound to clown

Comin' straight up out the Hamp for you hoes that didn't know

'9-5 is in the door, pimpin' takin' over, ho

Killer **** in the Hamp, always stay strapped as we vamp

Smokin' on a big fat blunt, that's the shit that keeps 'em from

Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'

Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'

Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'

Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'

Written by: Sanjarkhuja Ismoilov

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