Lyrics:
fucker down
Yeah, it's the Compound german Lugers
Nigga yeah, check it, yo
I'mma put it plain and simple
All y'all niggas is faggots
Food for the flies
doing it properly I whip with a thotty
In that German ride she'll twerk for me
In that German ride she'll twerk for me
She'll twerk for me
If I see
the money clip
Butterfly doors on the German whip
I8
Always got me laughing like a comic strip
Blade Runner always staying sharp
Facts
Iron Sharpens Iron
I've really been hustling hard
German whip that's pushed to start Worked more, see a rise in the graph
I had to send out my runner to graft Bagging
Come like Stevie Wonder
Sound like thunder
Now look at the state of his jumper
Blade on hip like hunter
See us in the field and they all act
I don't really give fuck
Had a German bitch let me put it in her butt
I was selling percs and some purp in the cut
Diamond in the rough yo my gold
Had to double up packs we're servin
In a German coupe we're swervin
Big bucks on a good night we're earnin
Turning, our opps in the grave they're
Blades from German lands
Life ain't worth a damn
In your hands
Thirty seconds to steal away his mind
Uniform broken along the banks of the pine
Wishing,
hope that my blade finds its way to your business
There's no way to kill me, I'll die when i finish
Linking foreign bitches, the Germans, the Finnish
If
capping
The truth is I got know who to trust
I put more faith in a rusted hand ting
Got big blades for your head back
Surprise the opps for the secret
Real life becomes a rumor
Days of Dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like
wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
He's got a mind like
wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He`s got a mind like
becomes a rumor
Written in a French letters with some dutch courage
And a German sense of humor
He's got a mind like a sewer
And a heart like a fridge
He
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in
and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Written in a French letters with some dutch courage
And a German sense of humor
He's got a mind like a sewer
shut her mouth
It ain't shit for me to boot your
Door and stab a cunt down
It ain't shit for me to up a
Blade and put you in the ground
Leave your kids
it's so terrific
We spinning blocks like a mf Bey Blade
I tote the K like it's kim and i'm ray j
Chop make him dance he don't even Know reggae
I'm
This, that made me self-embrace it
Me-self the laddie in him
But he ain’t no Irish man, he’s a Filipino
Plus he’s German and Swedish but you
Don’t know
the top would smother us
Got the roof transplanted
So now that the sun's touching us
Plus the inside with the
Coach leather the comfort
Sitting on blades
week?
Gang got two but it should have been three
Me and Claps in a German doing top speed
Right now we need two bad Bs
That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed
lines kway
Smack down raw and some blades I just broke down a 28
Threw a two and a Q and the pyrex came back looking like clay
Like watch all the prof
That look stick in the back with
Her don't blow in the shade
Dreaming about showing a blade to
A show in the States
Cause the agent kept showing
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