Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Twain Gill
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Twain Gill
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Twain Gill
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Lyrics
Matic up in a palm dark clouds and a storm
Me Pop it off and a energy
Fuck dem roll and dem drama
Me aim a pint keep di flame a burn up
All me here a murder but none a dem a na murderer rastclart
Killer in a tongue me a chill
Press and repressing me aim at a Target
Bullet a fuck up a target
Me forest press pon di trigger me na wait fi you
Shut shut pussy me no take chat
Mo ka bullet to head front and Bullet to Head back
Six bullet in a barrel with end up in you na fi go injure when it bullet you heah back
In a war when you see me enter
Finger squeeze a pon di trigger when di Glock a crank up
Blood clart me na Bill Clinton in war me love killing like Bush and Trump
Trigger press when Glock in a hand
Me pop it off es na safe di hammer a Jam
Me paint and a aim matic it a balance blood spill out a head back and flowed out a ground
Killing a me trade money makes me happy brain exit you head back look so pretty
Trigger happy finger press me na chat
With di matic a pree light fi it block
Me burst it fi knock up a target while sick nah fuck me promise
Head fi burst couple up in a chess
So press pon it till it empty a new magazine
Plug it up fi gi him bullet me na miss
Di glock it dirty but me clean me a step with it me
Busrt it fi him rest in peace no one miss him
It's like di buddy did never did exist
Loud wickedness increase di glock a spitting Flame
Head top pitch off marrow splitting piece doctor doctor Stitch him please
Bone crack Target it hit
Badness increase me mad sick insane
Dark clothes follow me a nah fuck rain
Wai god him bring
Matic me drop di safe and bullet a fling
Dem na badda dan
Hay yo thuggi step pon dem ends dirty
Mad like Chucky burn up dem skin like Kentucky
Instant death when me catch dem unlucky off guard
Killi dem unknown a na taking no Charge
Bones crack up copper go an take it all part
Mad sick move like di narcotic
From young young fi killing hay me Born addict
When me much pon him man a Flash
You na god you na devel you na immortal
Bullet a chip out a flesh and man a bleed vertical
Di sacrifice you make a fi di devil guard you him said you should have never leave unarmed
Black trick and Magic screw on di extension
Burst it up burst it up enemies long gone
Fit up di matic way nickel you can't Dodge
A no matrix
Matic up in a palm dark clouds and a storm
Me Pop it off and a energy
Fuck dem roll and dem drama
Me aim a pint keep di flame a burn up
All me here a murder but none a dem a na murderer rastclart
Killer in a tongue me a chill
Press and repressing me aim at a Target
Bullet a fuck up a target
Me forest press pon di trigger me na wait fi you
Writer(s): Twain Gill
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