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Homixide Gang - FA5EBUSTER (Official Audio)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Homixide Beno!
Homixide Beno!
Stimme und Gesang
Homixide Meechie
Homixide Meechie
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Demetrius Chatman
Demetrius Chatman
Texte
Keyon Thomas
Keyon Thomas
Texte
Stephon Browne
Stephon Browne
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Psyche
Psyche
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Pew, pew-pew, pew Pew, pew-pew, pew Oh, it's motherfuckin' Homixide Ayy, fuck what you think What? (Hol' up, hol' up) Yeah (Uh) Uh, my mind on a million My mind on a whole 'nother shit, I'm on a trillion Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin' Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew) Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo) Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat Yeah, you know what I do Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw" Play in that bitch and I slide right through Ha, yeah, you know my gang Oh, yeah, it's Homixide Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah) We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha) Oh, know what we do Stack that paper, yeah, they threw Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide) I keep a gun on my side and I'm latchin' my boots Run up on my niggas, stompin' on you Check at your statements, not leavin' a clue (Homixide, Homixide) Look in the stars, it got panoramic roof Takin' them drugs and I go to the moon Grab your binoculars, watchin' the move Play with my gang, you get put on the news (Homixide, Homixide) Yellow tape, caution, Homixide ready to rock it Know that we stay on the move Countin' that money, that shit make my heart race Come for the world, we can't lose Huh, this shit gang ignited Mali right beside me Yeah, you know the five's in Bitch, you know we locked in Uh, my mind on a million My mind on a whole level shit, I'm on a trillion Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin' (Lil' boy trippin') Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew) Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo) Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat Yeah, you know what I do Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw" Play in that bitch and I slide right through Ha, yeah, you know my gang Oh, yeah, it's Homixide Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah) We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha) Oh, know what we do Stack that paper, yeah, they threw Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide)
Writer(s): Keyon Thomas, Demetrius Chatman, Stephon Browne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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