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lirik lagu armageddon – whiteface

[verse 1: whiteface]
yo
out the whip with my gat showing
pistol toking motherf-ckers smoking
on a locomotion f-ckbois always choking
out in the ocean
we boasting with your b-tch
busta b-tches waste my time they be talking all of this sh-t
they head split
choke em out
lock em out
put em down
in the ground
safe and sound
from the pound
we allowed to k!ll
got the sk!ll
got the practice with the ak in the field
talking sh-t y’all get your skull kicked in for real
eat a d-ck
no big deal
these b-tches know whiteface don’t give a sh-t
no need to commit
submit the hit i need to win the championship
and i’m taking a f-cking rip
of that blunt
f-ckers can’t hang kick you through the uprights
like a nasty punt
then go to my trunk and pull the nasty f-cking pump
y’all should run
that’s the truth
cause when i’m mad i don’t care about your crew
matter fact mostly you
f-cking p-ssy -ss buffoon
get your -ss up out my view
get your -ss into a zoo
f-ckbois mad i hit em with the f-cking truth
cruzin down yo block
in the dark
with the gun
unfolding the stock
hear our bark
you should run
mac eleven disposes to heaven pull the weapon
motherf-ckers steady stepping
but i steady release armageddon

[verse 2: pah]
creeping down the block in the low
(in the low)
b-tch boy don’t let me find you exposed
(exposed)
let the rats nibble at your f-cking toes
(at your toes)
i let em know b-tch i’m reaping what i sow
(what i sow)
yeah my flow nasty like your f-cking b-tch
(yo b-tch)
trigger finger itch when i’m p-ssed i let it rip
huh
bryan f-cking fury
b-tch i’m f-cking up the mix
(steady f-cking up the mix)
now the f-cking 7 steady mobbing with the 6
(steady mobbing with the 6)
big motherf-cker with a stick
never think twice b-tch ill leave them in a ditch
huh
whiteface with a black ski
flu pulling up big dogs about to eat
huh
b-tch you ain’t know about me
i put your motherf-cking face on a white tee
huh
i the f-cker you ain’t wanna meet
that motherf-cker put you in eternal f-cking sleep
b-tch i’m steady serving up the heat
equipped with the broom i’m ready to sweep
you rappers ain’t sh-t y’all looking pet-te
sevenworldwide in this sh-t take a seat
you f-ckers too proud b-tch this yo defeat
i am the greatest b-tch i am elite
you hearing my name now you asking for beats
b-tch i’m pah motherf-cker i leave you deceased
huh
b-tch

[verse 3: fluszn]
canister filled up with liqa
yall know i’m gon pull the trigga
when i roll up em call em thrillas
type of roll to hurt yo feelings
makin every dolla count
cuz i wanna smoke a ounce
yall afraid of gun sounds
my dawgs busted out da pound
yall ain’t sh-t on the court
ima k!ll em like a sport
my -ss chillin in resorts
b-tch i’m ill like liquid swords
hit up barlo he da source
cop da latest in da stores
i could smoke a whole forest
take you down like chuck norris
boy we play with real heat
the streets neva use receipts
ima mean k!llin machine
chop yo head like guillotine
full zip like a fleece
bout my american cheese
i ain’t pay y’all hidden fees
override yall policies
little b-tch

- whiteface

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