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lirik lagu madness – shoot instant

[verse 1: stigs]
get your head busted (busted)
a knife work definitely going through jumpers
eating these goons but it’s nothing like lunches
chasing you, with a knife, like i’m hunting (stab him)
you don’t wanna get a neck shot
i’m nothing like a ref, but your players get sent off
roll to your block, me, tr and yt (termz)
soon get a strap, gun spitting that wiley
why me, is what you say
when the knife goes in through you, and out your best mate
big champagne gl-ss shatters in your face
and your boys like [?] tryna give me a court case (snitch)
brought me a line, no need for a nice phone
and you know that the bally comes black like a lamppost
and i’m gonna eat your dawgs soon like it’s nando’s
fl!ck out chrome, leave holes in your dome (dead)

[verse 2: butch]
don’t respect me no (nah)
so i roll up with pinocchio, spray spray
that’s for forte
no [?] (nah)
murder, i’ma watch you die (dead)
i’m the cause of death (cause of it)
big bulge in the pocket, can’t [?] the tec (hah)
air holes forming next
you’ll get twist like a coca-cola flip
like a motorola ride
like a roller coast, holy ghost (ghost)
barrel spin, or suttin’ out the magazine
no show for [?] full of lead (full of ’em)
gripping on the strap, and it’s kinda heavy
got me feeling kinda deadly
rough riding, with a shiny knife
tough guy in his sleep, like a early night (early)
wanna see b ride, bullet sh-lls like a seaside (hah)
n-gga b-y, to the side, of the big nine (big)
you can hold five, like olympic trey
sh-lls tripping [?], take your soul away (haha)
i don’t care what the olders say (f-ck that)
been a g from way back
in the game that, we spray macs (badders)
my buddy my gun, caught bodies and some
dumb f-ckers that thought they could f-ck with us (what?)
gun bucking i’m g-ssed when the mac with us
can’t chat for me, better run like athletes feet
’cause if the mac has t–th, touch a chest, then your back and knee (haha)

[verse 3: snap capone]
snap
i’m a g, no question about it (no question)
[?] ask [?] what fam
i rinse out the cartridge (who)
bullet in your chest where your heart is (bow)
i will leave you stumbling, you’re dead when i park it (you’re dead, yugh)
attempted m’s, m’s and attempted
f-cking with s, you must be living with a death wish (yugh)
f-ck a gym, i shoot guns to keep my arm fit (yugh)
let a boy run, touch him in his pelvis (touch him)
who’s badder? (who?) sn the trey banger (snap)
budge and white slanger
get wrapped like bandannas, clap hammers (clap)
i’m what the games been missing, i’m not santanna (nah)
gang banger, gun shoot, ain’t no cameras (shoot)
pop the ruger, pop pop more shots through yah (pop)
executer, brain remover
i love the ruger
stomach shooting snap, i’ll shoot your shooter
look (ragh)
i catch case in the life of a child (life)
you a snitch, you get a gun in your mouth (bow)
[?] butch, we had budge in the ground (budge)
and never try hate, get grade when the trey 8 blazed (slumped)
lot of heavy metal sh-t like coldplay (heavy metal, uh, uh)
seat low, my styles zone, clap chrome
squeeze low, the macs home, touch domes (touch domes)
heat low, the streets know
clap a n-gga, ordinary back bone (clap a n-gga)

[outro: snap capone]
butch
tiny butch
snap
yugh

- shoot instant

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