lirik lagu smell of death (aqua gang) – squeegie o
tone liv:
hahaha
told these m*th*
squeegie wheres my m*th*f*ckin
got
lets get it
yeah
only built for tim boot’s
pitchin at a high rate
5 star restaurant eatin off a gold plate
drop the package off transition flood gate
flow off the top make the airwaves circulate
incorporate the rawness in the market i facilitate
atomic dog radiate on target assassinate
peace to shaolin over the outerbridge i hibernate
livin great in the zone just like i meditate
no duplication on the craft that i formulate
federal notes got the force to make them things gravitate
eliminate the weak link off the words i orchestrate
nominated top of the class before i graduate
heavyweight champ is movin bars like it’s ice skate
estimate the damage see the picture that i ill*strate
rotate heat even the devil couldn’t generate
cash on deliver roll out no hittin breaks
base bronsen:
ayo i wake up feelin like the fonz
flip a quarter in the jukebox pop my collar then be gone
my verses better that the book of psalms
i don’t make songs i make l*stful ballads for ya moms
the new keith sweat elite rep never miss the beat
like the ground when i walk with each step hit the street
that’s a billy jean reference never seem stress
read the paper while i eat breakfast limousine stretch
and my chauffeur gets my door
shoot my shot sn*tch ya wh0re
peel off and you’ll never get her back thats for sure
cause i’m hacksaw mr. jim duggan with the wood
clap the backboard like i’m tim duncan in the hood
i get treated like i’m hesus
sucka free stay true
fienes huddle round me with they bowls like i made soup
take the criticism same way i take the compliments
common sense really ain’t that common but it’s obvious
squeegie o:
livin ghetto lavish
sticky fingers from my cabbage
caressin and finessing on my fat chick
(laughs)
listen
living ghetto lavish
sticky fingers from my cabbage
caressin and finessing on my fat chick
titty’s in hand
i’ll drop her nipple’s and slap a n*gga for disrespectin
glover my handle when i’m carrying my lethal weapon
this is the massacre of february
if sh*t was real and i wanted you k!lled then you’d be dead already
rolled spliffs
tall can tony the steel reserve fist
f*ckin up your family function like gin and bourbon
wha’s the science kid
mathematician your money counterfeit
mustafa n*ggas greedy for clout can’t k!ll the lion king
joe exotic snortin on powder f*ggot your tiger b*tch
bronsen base shipped me a 8th haze and gelato mixed
official no government pass not into politics
got my stimmy money brought booty cheeks for my bottom b*tch
and thats the way you keep your dollar an economic flip
the naysayers sayin a*lot sittin on piles of d*cks
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- kumpulan lirik lagu kree harrison › lirik lagu dead man’s house – kree harrison
- kumpulan lirik lagu best ex › lirik lagu girlfriend – best ex
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- kumpulan lirik lagu mansionz › lirik lagu nobody knows (remix ft. kylee) – mansionz
- kumpulan lirik lagu frankjavcee › lirik lagu instagirl – frankjavcee
- kumpulan lirik lagu goldfish › lirik lagu woman’s a devil – radio edit – goldfish
- kumpulan lirik lagu the alan parsons project › lirik lagu the limelight fades away – the alan parsons project
- kumpulan lirik lagu mr magic › lirik lagu i smoke, i drink (feat. lil boosie & youngbleed) – mr. magic
- kumpulan lirik lagu chet baker quartet › lirik lagu these foolish things – chet baker quartet