BUSSIN ON HIS MEAT
BROMETHAZINE
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Runin down yo, runnin down yo, runnin down yo, runnin down yo Runnin down yo street, and im packin some heat Got the choppa and it bussin all up over his meat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat (keepin it neat) Ak forty-seven Pullin up, smith and western P-p-pull it out and send that motherfucker up to heaven Yeah im a psycho, yeah im a killa Bitch im a gorilla Going crazy makin all this skrilla Got some money, got some blessings Got yo bitch up in my mentions Got a stick, i need my fix This dylan pack go hard as shit See you running up on me, i gotta say its quite obscene Bitch you stupid, i dont think you understand quite what this means Stacking bands im making paper F*ck the trees i need my stick Go in the store, i take my pick Just copped the biggest fucking blick Got- g-g- got the gat, on my back Role with killers, then attack Got the colt, 45 Now its time to look alive Brody run up in yo house He got you running like a mouse Motherfuckers scared of me And bitches want the best of me Gotta keep my head clear Got my switch aimed at your rear Watch yo blood and how it smear Then throw yo body in the pier Gotta keep my head clear Got my switch aimed at your rear Watch yo blood and how it smear Then throw yo body in the pier Runnin down yo street, and im packin some heat Got the choppa and it bussin all up over his meat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat (keepin it neat) All you bitches do is cope And it do not give me hope Keep it up you meet the rope And imma keep smokin my dope Untouchable killa Got untouchable skrilla Cookin up like a dealer And they call me the trilla, and they call me the trilla, and they call me the trilla, and they call me the trilla, call me the trilla (trilla) Pullin up, to yo house, in the fucking darkness Motherfucker i really dont think u gonna like this this (gonna like this) Packin all these weapons you would think that i was isis (isis) Got yo whole clique locked up in a crisis One straight to yo fuckin dome Im in the whip it wrapped in chrome Might run up invade yo home Then leave yo body all alone Two 45s up in my sweater Cold inside just like the weather Bitch you dumb, not very clever Cuttin ties, thats why i sever Runnin down yo street, and im packin some heat Got the choppa and it bussin all up over his meat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat Got an extendo on the barrel, and im keepin it neat (keepin it neat) Gotta keep my head clear Got my switch aimed at your rear Watch yo blood and how it smear Then throw yo body in the pier Gotta keep my head clear Got my switch aimed at your rear Watch yo blood and how it smear Then throw yo body in the pier
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