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InLovingMemory

 

InLovingMemory

(альбом: InLovingMemory - 2021)


What?

Walk up in your spot and block and turn it to a grave
Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave
Every day, every chance I get I take on the stage
In my grave, either way I'm getting paid
Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face
Ear to ear, I'm who they fear, they know I bloody up the place
Grip that pistol with precision, end up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead
Like I'm filming
"Ooh, ooh," what they singing
BONES keep kicking, fuck it up, ripping, got time to show no sympathy
Men in Black, don't remix it, I want him to remember me
Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry
I'm spitting like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit
This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don't stop until I hit
Them forty-six's on me flip and now everybody but fifty
So here, I went in by your bed, I need to simmer down
Sitting on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound

Sitting on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound
Sitting on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound

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