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BabyDrill
BabyDrill
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DelQuristo Wilson
DelQuristo Wilson
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Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Coupe
Coupe
Produzent:in
Javaun Mundle
Javaun Mundle
Mischtechniker:in
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

(COUPE) Yeah Yeah, yeah 'Posed been dead if you let them tell it, I ain't scared, bitch, I'm ready (I ain't scared) Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary I don't do no tit-for-tat (no), pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry I'm a real active member, I won't testify (no) Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds Slide out, we call 'em tanks Pack shit to the wall, we have him slide down like he heard Sada Baby Went from M&M's to and I came from nothin', bitch, I'm the Black Slim Shady Never thought the one I love would sit right there and just betray me Won't die from no opp, gotta watch my man 'cause this shit here get shiest Won't argue with no bitch 'cause type to block her while that lil' ho typin' We slide minivans and sprinter vans, we upgraded our strikers (skrr) We the reason niggas get shit bagged and walk around with diapers (shit bagged) Demon seed, but I still talk to God, nigga, I thank the Bible Yeah, yeah 'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry I'm a real active member, I won't testify Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds Nigga jumpin' dick to dick, uh, nigga jumpin' clique to clique (damn) That shit there don't make no sense, hope them niggas die together (get 'em) Two for one, we caught that bitch down bad, we call that shit a special They done freed my favorite opp, bet that bitch boy meet the Beacons (for real) Belt in the grass, snakes, you niggas play, you get the venom Huh, the day you niggas play, cut off 2K and get to killin' Just do that shit like Nike, he 'posed to check out, but didn't so we gotta send a sniper Huh, badass JIT with a mask, call him Michael Michael Myers, yeah Yeah, yeah 'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry I'm a real active member, I won't testify Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Writer(s): Delquristo Wilson, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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