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Sniff that gunpowder you covet
Love, now it's time to give birth
Knowledge is true power
So grow, out of the primate's old skin
Moving like fire
duckin them seeds
Stay in your place mother fucker
You ain't messin with me
Uh, gunpowder in my pants pocket
Got dirty money
Please don't put your hands
or felipes is nuggets n fries to show Um they ain't celestial/gunpowder residue/on your garments a get you harnessed/court dates every 5 months a make u vomit
endlessly travelling mountains and glens.
Dearest love and treasure,
What can I do for you
But cover you with the lap of my dress?
And black gunpowder will be
to
Bulletbeard
Constant smell of
Singed eyebrows
Inferno of
Bulletbeard
A smouldering presence in the air
Of gunpowder and hair
Ballistic facial barrage
Leaves
the rhum with pepper
Don't forget the gunpowder
I know you're not in the right mood
But your blood is their best food
My eager beaver
Go on light the fire
learning a killer's business
Fuck a gunpowder test, fuck the fact I keep a vest, hold a nine and a Tek, shoot your Spine hallows pierce your neck, fuck
real
Can this be for real
Sharp impact
My visor's cracked
The smell of space
Raspberries, ozone
Gunpowder
Seared steak and rum
This is for real
This is
You Know Harlz Made It
All I ever wanted was justice
Gunpowder treason plot
Yeah I was that guy that the country needed
Cuz I didn't want our freedom
the victory!
Poppin' off gunpowder
I swear I could put up a Tower
The legends'll tell you my story my name
The levels I had to clear up for the fame
Them rappers
(Nobody loves a party more than famous Amos)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Gunpowder treason
Night time when you see him
Diving off the deep end
Can't do even
I was born inside
A box of gunpowder
With nothing but a candle
To light my way out
I Fell asleep in ruby's heart
To the sound of
Static on my radio
talking so i snatched his shit
You will probably catch me round Melbourne with the baddest bitch
Double gunpowder rounds these ain't yo average tips
I
been holding in my anger I'll kill a nigga
Had my first shootout felt that adrenaline nigga
Gunpowder juice me up I love sinning my nigga
Fuck
Vibrations of destruction remains
I am one with the dust, at your feet on the rust
The sirens calling, gunpowder falling
My voice screams with scorn,
nervous
Piss on your hands we ain't got no bleach
I was dumbfounded
Piss on my hands what the fuck you mean
Washing off gunpowder
We just did some shit we
crazy
Now let the neon lights guide us into the night
And have a taste of this Cobralife
A razor and a glass table
Mixing gunpowder and yayo
An angel
I'm cursed
I keep a blicky in my pants
Gunpowder on my hands
Sometimes I tuck my chain
But you still see my diamonds dance
Gear born and raised in
to die
Might not hurt your bank but I'ma hurt your pride
Dick heads think they hard until they circumcised
Smelling like Gunpowder and Burberry
Mal intent
That was the worst time for us
Remember a smell of the gunpowder
King of colded blood laughs at me and looking down
Herd of barking wild dogs
We were
the living is hard, seems the drinking’s harder still
But there’s none can deny that these are men of might and will
And with gunpowder, pick and shovel,
to GOD for my strength and my soul to keep
And if we got problems
I'll never say nada
But LORD please forgive how them choppers preach
Gunpowder all on me
care about clearing none
And its gunpowder and residue if you thinkin bout airing something
Im from the streets yo closest homie he might turn police
Got
teeth
I had enough
I remember the gunpowder smell
When out came my shotgun shells
The only thing kicking me now
Is my 12 gauge
He was a cheat
And he
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