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lirik lagu 02 raise ya fingers – channel jamil

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hook:
if you keep your trigga bangin’ raise your middle finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up
if you keep ya finga trigga bangin’ raise ya finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up

verse1:
pop the clip in trippin’ i’m fillin’ it up wit ammo
lock and chicki loaded i’m finnin’ ta make examples
hold you up over candles a human mantle i’ll dismantle you and then spew ya fluids brand you
the night of the livin’ d-mn fool who dared to, contemplate livin in a casino while makin his life a gamble
if you think it’s a game then i’ll
advance to, levels beyond enhanced look in my eyes glance and they’ll entrance you
leave you in permanent grid lock
when it come to this hip hop call me the verbal version of hitchc-ck. cause i’m a psycho they’ll need a surgeon to stich hops
ak47 rifle a snipe you from ten blocks
jakes be scr-ppin ya tissue away from ya bone bristle decayed
in ya dome pistol array a str8 missle
so don’t make it an issue or else i’ll make you the issue of wake news in the paper name up in the obitu…….

hook:
if you keep your trigga bangin’ raise your middle finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up
if you keep ya finga trigga bangin’ raise ya finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up

verse2:
i’m mad at my father cause my pops was a c0kehead
mad at the world cause everything that i’ve knowns dead
i’ll point the pistol onto the top of your forehead
c-ck the hammer and won’t forget the info-red
tip of my finger, on the trigga is gon’ press
soon as you trigger it wit the gibberish go on head
i’m hand standin’ on top of a cliff wit no ledge
so mothaf-cka don’t push me cause i’m on edge
my eyes on fire
you lookin like your lifes in dier, consequence and jeopardy couldn’t be righter
couldn’t be wronger for not givin’ a f-ck more than the four presidents faces on mount rushmore
dig up they bones and literally knock the dust off, of em middle finger up in the air like f-ck y’all
b-tches don’t got nothin for you but d-ck and nut sauce
i’m on mines hop the f-ck off, we buss off…..

hook:
if you keep your trigga bangin’ raise your middle finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up
if you keep ya finga trigga bangin’ raise ya finga tip up
if you don’t give a fizuck let me see you throw it up