Letras
Uh, yeah
Wussup wussup
Aight
New shit
Uh, yeah, uh
Who really tryna fuck with destiny
Kitchen full of chefs without a recipe
Kitchen full of knives and scattered weaponry
Kitchen full of naps, ain't never sleeping up to slaughter motherfuckers in the evening
Top of the morning
Out there mourning with a casket full of coffee sprinkled over pure Colombian
Catch a train and hope they don't go dumb again
Catch a flame and watch 'em all go numb, amen
The pastor do it, hail mary the gun again
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I am, the son of sin, the son of Sam iambic
Then board the plane to Belgum for the lambic
Board the plane to Pakistan for panic
Pour the drain and pack it
And the jewel case and the jacket
Jack a tax refund and smack it
With a barcode on a bitch throat
Go hard though on a bitch though
When a bitch go where a bitch go
Where the bitches at? Where the dicks go?
Where the Ralo? Where the new teck
Where that mil leg? you don't shoot yet
But do better, leave your crew wet
Make a grown ass motherfucker two step
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Steppin' out on everything
Step up, step up, step on over the the fuckin' rang
Get your weight up, wait a minute, motherfucker sing
Canary yellow diamonds redefine the kind of bling
Every time it come around you say to kill them all
Kill the noise, kill the beat, assassinate a bar
Barbarian, no hesitation fuck it lay 'em all
Down for the night, tell 'em the sandman said "Suck it right"
Fuck your dream of like a-
Aha, yeah, get that new album