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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Masicka
Masicka
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Javaun Fearon
Javaun Fearon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Atto Wallace
Atto Wallace
Produzent:in
Salanio “Dan Sky” Roberts
Produzent:in
Donald Chen
Donald Chen
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mischtechniker:in

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Crocodile badness have it on lock Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! How you sound up? Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Where you a di bad from? You no going down Go and hear that, how that funny like? My dawg start sell whites, don't lock off the stove Out of the kitchen and wash off your clothes Seventeen shooter, fi shut off dem nose Suck on the motherboard, hear that I'm a killer, I'm a killer, glass of a toss Killer, I'm a killer, gun pop off the moss Rich long time, we no chat on the boss Bad long time, we whip a ton of cloths We no mix or mingle Remember we full of chips like Pringle Rich Random a tick for a single All in a face like dimple A chrome in a waist, tell me wrinkle Young skull with the seventeen, cool or simple Fling in a hole or sink you If a evil dem know we a sin too Go next to my boss and show me Key a drum in a lawn Pussy lay a dung in a rod Run in my child, run in a crowd Silicate and take your life broad And your back a tear up in a cloud Badness never cool you up in a cloud Two shooter, two shooter walk down Now we no throw safe in a cloud Dem a call, ready run If a key a make a steady run Somebody follow Wine street a rub up your body Now it's street and we left your soul Are you alone? Buy a gun, make a step your ball And me no care which hands Dem say dem a haul Go in face of a tent if we make a stroll Silicate and tell them if you never know My dawg start sell whites, don't lock off the stove Out of the kitchen and wash off your clothes Seventeen shooter fi shut off dem nose Suck on the motherboard, hear that I'm a killer, I'm a killer, glass of a toss Killer, I'm a killer, gun pop off the moss Rich long time, we no chat on the boss Bad long time, we whip a ton of cloths We no mix or mingle Remember we full of chips like Pringle Random a tick pon single All in a face like dimple A chrome in a waist, tell me wrinkle Young skull with the seventeen, cool or simple Fling in a hole or sink you If a evil dem know we a sin too Tell a pussy from a murder we into Run up on me, no man trying that, run Fly man flying boss My man buying shop, what that a flip up Fry man frying sprat Boy this him a from blood plant, death one sign And me no say no lie in that Rifle a bust, like a flying drop High impact, gun select, driving stop Dem find him flat and everything inside him pop Buy this shop, fire them, life we stop Fire them My dawg start sell whites, don't lock off the stove Out of the kitchen and wash off your clothes Seventeen shooter fi shut off dem nose Suck on the motherboard, hear that I'm a killer, I'm a killer Glass of a toast Killer, I'm a killer Gun pop off the most Rich long time, we no chat on the boss Bad long time, we whip a ton of cloths We no mix or mingle Remember we full of chips like Pringle Run dem a tick pon single All in a face like dimple A chrome in a waist and me wrinkle Young skull with the seventeen, cool or simple Fling in a hole and sink you If a evil dem know we a sin too Calls on my phone and tremble Pussy me no play, play like jingle Quick fi fire me gun, me a nimble From the killers get Pringle Let the pussy hit, the pussy never pimple Gun load and the cow in the tin too Wet him up, sister me heard him a sprint too Like closer to the 40 rings Dog me no know karate like chinso Inna your heart, inna your chin too Everything I carry, nothing I chinsu All a stone me we fling to No pussy can diss me no time We no mix no mingle Remember we full of chips like Pringle Put the matic pon single Put the cape on rapid That'll do your face like acid Put the cape on Aye My dawg start sell whites, don't lock off the stove Out of the kitchen and wash off your clothes Black on to the fourteen, shut off a nose Aye I'm a killer, I'm a killer Knock off a toast I'm a killer, I'm a killer Pop off the moss
Writer(s): Javaun Fearon, Salanio Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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