- Kanterlot Killas (prod. VooDoo) 歌词 J. Free N. Hollow
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- J. Free N. Hollow
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Guardians harmonous, hardened, I'm armed with it
Hawkin’ that heat, yeah you know we some arsonists
Shoutout EPT we all bout to start again
Talkin bout bars and you see we the awesome-est
Fakers they look at the squad and want part in it
Real ones look at ‘em and always be droppin ‘em
Hollow not lost with it, he is the hardest, his
Name like the tips and he not ‘fraid to chop with it
Not ‘fraid to chop with it, pull out the pocket switch
Rip out his sockets then pop like a rocket *****
Damn, y’all gonna drown in the new wave
We don’t split wigs, we finna rip toupees
Damn, pull up with ya mare with the blue mane
Finna go hard on her like a crusade
Damn, how you gonna keep up with this tag team
Run the track harder than the force of an athlete
Lookin' at my mark and you see a pad and pencil
It should be a strap ‘cause of gats and how I stretch em
Me and Hollow struggled, we been mobbin' in the trenches
Now we skrtin’ royal chariots and no they ain't rented
Ponies say they eatin’ cuz they all money hungry
Real recognize the fakes, all 'em really gettin’ gutted
Lookin' in our saddlebags, bits by the hunnid
Trappin' Everfree, Poison Joke by the onion
Goddamn, we be looking for revenge like we drizzy
These jits just be looking out for beef like a ditzy
Do-rag, imma pull that ass to the new trap
Ooh snap, move back, finna bring the crew back
Lotta mares wanna touch my Raf,
they ain’t really busy getting cash
They ain’t really out here busting tags
They ain’t really working like a baker at the Sugar cube corners getting dough to the max
Goddamn, messing with the kid that’s the wrong move
Kill me and my ghost boys are out to haunt you
Nightmare night is everyday we celebrate
Get hella paid while we devastate
So homie get your plate, eatin’ live you gon’ need a ride
Downright make a trip out to the southside
Serving up fried rappers, yes that’s the extra
Certified killer but still I’m a freshman
I pull up wit a stick ‘fore i hit you wit the magic
Buku bucks, filly, stuffing bits under the mattress
Anypony run up, hit ‘em wit the automatic
Stay at Fluttershy’s cottage, all my day ones gettin blasted
Ay Told you got da sauce, no A-1
Ay AR on da back, imma spray some
Ay **** haters, after this one, dey done
Ay Imma ******’ boss, watch ya income
Ay Ridin thru my block in Chicagcolt
Colts think they nice til dey pull up and they jaws broke
Why the hell a spitta gotta care for they sorrows
This pony rap game, me and Hollow head honchos
Us savages mackin’, know what fillies really want tho
Actin like we good, but you opps is really spies tho
All the weight we trappin’ make it feel like I’m on Narcos
Go to meetings wit the princess and my eyes low
Eyes low, on the prize though you are not no
Savage you a bastard and we out here causin’ havoc
Drop down, you a dropout kickin’ rocks now
Maud Pie got eyes on her cell so she calls mine askin’
“How you rockin’
Why you boxed in
In a Coffin
Finna pop ****
**** is not lit”
Lit the mosh pit,
get the chops quick
I pop shells like I pop tags I get to shoppin’ hey
I ain’t really wanna throw hands, nah
but I’m running out of patience hey
And if you’re asking for a slow dance,
you gotta know that I’m a little bit dangerous oh Tia
Shoutout Crystal Empire, that’s my day one
Really took care of ya boy now I’m paid up
Free my ese in the trenches need the maison
Margiela high tops our future’s looking A1
From birth to death, you cant step on the turf I blessed
Kick rocks you can’t handle all the spurs i kept, the furs I kept
Go crazy to the words that’s said
Don’t even think i ain’t heard ya best, they swerved respect
Pay up or Ill ensure ya dead
Make sure that all ya earnings spent,
or well make sure that every single one of y’all just endure the tec
Ay hol up
No debatin all the greatness, ev’ryday we celebratin, cookin up and baking tunes
The Wraith is real spacious, move foul I’m flagrant
Tho they try to hold us down, we elevatin to the moon
All the opps want me gone cuz I’m drippin’ and I ‘member all the promises that they was never makin true
Say you want me banished but you never make a move
But how you gon’ pull the trigger if all you got's hooves
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