Lyrics:
Compact bitch in my penthouse
Long bad spliff make you pass out
Concorde plane jetlag fast route
Long range missiles we cash out
Compact bitch in my
range unenjoyment
Take no prisoners, show no mercy
And the missile business booms
On all the mothers hemispheres
Thrashin'
Mashin'
Never gonna
I got 1 warp drive
2 pulse pistols
And a weapons bay
Full of pissed off missiles
You can leave now
Or kiss that ship
Good - bye cause I'm here
Kahan hain Billy ganay public bhi demand kray
Hona tha change mujhe, Billy bana sher hai
Manzil hai range main, na krounga main dair
Main hun sher sher,
speak, the worst things come in threeʼs or years.
Heavy is the rain like a missile on the way
We will never tame the lions on the range
So let them roam
to motivate you and you’re whole damn crew
I won’t save face,
I saw through you through from a birds eye view
I would take cover,
Got a long range missile with
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out
too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me
no tissue, momma keep calling and calling I miss you
Pursuing this dream like a missile, guided and focused sent off like a pistol
You aim for the top
the low
you can't trust No No the lame is for them bozo
yeah I keep it low low stacking money for sure
funny how they change when I'm the range
I'm all
Intercepting missiles with my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the black knight
got chop he gon blow now
Ay If you know then you know its the code stay ten toes down
JZ He got range hit
Hit you wit a missile
Baby giving Brain
While
If I wanna leave I'ma leave her
If I wanna leave I'ma dump her
I'm on like my name's Shumpert
Ballin' out so crazy, hit 'em with a mid-range jumper
New
brother get faced
Popping dem percs, made my bro go insane
Shooters like Snipers, my sticks come with range
We spinnin' blacks ina all-black range
Leaving
da da da da as we proceed son
And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one
I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range
I spit that real spill yeah
Talkin' get you killed yeah
Like a missile, choppa leave you kindled yeah
Shorty real smooth
And i got a sweet tooth
for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffin
Like major snuffin, blaze the oven
Boiling hot everytime I drop
Metaphor get caught get
j'suis un missile
J'suis pas coupable
On m'guide par satellite
Pour faire un travail impeccable
Toutes les technologies sont mises à mon service
Dans
clout
Up in the Range Rover with chicks, spray in their mouth
Drain 'em out, set up for the wet up, bang 'em out
These streets in Queens remain
got a street fan if not they need one
I thinking short-range, give me a sport range
I wanna get warmer; I'm jumping in the sauna
Duck when I'm
you
I'ma die behind my gang, play with gang, we gon' send a hunnid missiles
Yeah, they gon' ride the wave, doing anything just to get paid
Better get
cry, I let my nuts drag nigga
You bet our music quite animalistic
Black scumbag with all bed intentions
Vernacular is always mad simplistic
Put a missile
on fools, electrify your life and die, don't even try there is no use.
I can be Luigi Lunging like a missile with a grin, throwin hands and flicking flames,
clap! Onomatopoeia, smack the shit out you, you have no idea
Send a stranger to rearrange your Range Rover key your Kia
P'll see ya via satellite with
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