hear the truth My whole hearts bleeding black now I have you to blame for it My whole hearts bleeding black now I have you to hate for it My wrathful hearts
whole hearts bleeding black, so I must go to hate the way My whole hearts bleeding black, so I must go to find a way, My Black whole hearts in half,
your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the
One doesn't wanna dash, foot down touchin flooring For some layed at, ain't gotta be payback New grip on my pistol, and I might just wanna spray that Say black
Wit my pistol grip, shootin out missiles bitch Lay down in the shed nigga, cuz it's a hit [Hook] [Verse 2: Kaos] Pants sagged, doo rag Tilted hat, to the back Black
locked and your function, to the Flat Bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin [Baby Sham] Baby Sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3", Caramel, tight grip
must get pistol whipped? Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips That's the penalty for poppin' that shit Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip
when I come back I'm a need seven baby Coke white posse slide mobile reppin' crazy Tappin' my gas cause my life consist of this Cars and dope big rifles wid pistol grips
6 Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin .45 slugs Black
played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true heart
Grip) [Intro: Ice-T] Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in
You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols In
so no shananegan, bucko I'm rugged like stone face to stucco So fuck it! The mic is in my knuckles so I keeps my fist full of profits My grip is on my pistol
It, Shoot It, Kill It, Murder (Muuuurddaaaa) [x2] [Verse 1: Bizzare] Henneyed Up , Remeyed Up, Ski Mask, Black Truck, Dickie Outfit, Passanger Side(Pistol Grip
Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a ngga disrespect this click My pistol grip sound
to come up Quick to pull the trigger by the next man he don't give a fuck He's on a mission trying to stack a grip red rag on his hip And a Glock with
Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast you can hear
s on a bumpin Bitches want some they get a little some Of this cool ass mothafucka down to flow I just pick up the mic a pistol grip and fuck my hoe Like
