Brotha Lynch Hung Black Market текст песни, слова песни Black Market Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung - Black Market
They jingle cause they full of change
And sometimes being broke make your father straight
But I got a better grip on myself
So I avoid being played short like an elf
Bust a side bust her in the head
Then watch all of y'all come runnin out scared
I'm tryin to stack the grips that don't let me hit this dick
Cause if I hit this dick I'm a shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came
I'm settin up shop for the black market
So if I aim at your mark ass you a target
Told you that I come, but I came insane
Though I'm play still killas scramblin the niggas brains
If you gotta go we gotta go I like the 6'4
I'm pullin GTA's it ain't yours no more
Then I tell em to strip it down and leave nothing but the frame
Then I'm gon' sell my cousin the gold thangs
Cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
More money more money for black market
We on the black market, yeah [x3]
Creepin, move what's with us in the dark
There ain't no stoppin once a nigga start
It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon is where I was born and raised
And doomed for life, there ain't no daylight
I lvoe it murderin mothafuckas in the night
And deuced up ready to make his mark underground target
Hooked up with black market
Shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and PIT
Platinum, Mr rR Lynch Hung
We do yo ass in good just for fun
15 hitchs in yo ass bitch
Take it and love it but I ain't talkin bout no dick
14 suns and moons somthin you can assume
That on the 15th marks my day for doom
Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions
Eat clips and trip if I catch you fuckin with my grip
You find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'm a continue on my way
Well if you see me chewin baby guts low
Would ya choke
I vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat
Peep me eatin dead cot u trip cause eatin dead pussy clit
I make ya sick but it's that season so my reason is legit
I'm havin fits, I dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since I was 6
I fiend for dead pussy on my dick
I got dust and I don't give a fuck about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin up that cock so nigga... shiat
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh
Don't make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts
Get ate out like a day and crooked teeth hurt
I pulled that tampax string out and straight could'ntwork
It wouldn't work without that sicc
So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit
And have you murderin your bitch violently
I've been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla
It's that empty killa
Ain't the bitch mr doc D double O M
In hella heat
Niggas I'm gone, I need another dose of human meat
I lift the creed, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to get ya in yo sleep
We on the black market yeahh [x3]
You let yo eyes upon my fo-fo
And notice every curve and my strap
As the tears roll down
Flash of life as you fade to black
If that gat wasn't all up in yo face
Reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
Replaced, take it down to the south
Get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
It's kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
And what's worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
Never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand
Back with the fo-fo mag!
That niggas life won't last
Keep listening while I gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
Dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
No joke I'm safe from pain all day
All I'm askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange
One to the brain in the throat, out the skull
From the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself
Now ya niggas know
One more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr death
Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
Death murder when they suck a big dick
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