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- Jedi Mind Tricks Merchant of War 歌詞
- Jedi Mind Tricks
- Want you yeah yeah
Could you
Why you cuddle it a hard I sleep with the four
Official pistol gang we be the reapers of war
It doesn't mean that you're welcome cause you 're kicking the door
I'm the boss why you filing grievances for
Graph writers use the thump out toys
Keep em both eyes open for them jump out boys
I will body mother** ****s if they pump that noise
Been down since this gold three become fat boys
Let me fall back let me take a sip at the bar
Cause vinnie in the hood like I'm fixing your car
I'm the overlord I don't need permission from y'all
I get a migraine every time I listen to y'all
Listen y'all ain't never living the best
With em hollow tip bullets spit quicker than ritz
The nine always concealed I'm letting his ************* breathe
Your body gonna be mistaken for swiss cheese
The front and the back what you want where you at
When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
Where the blunt where the gat
Where the funk where the strap
When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
The andol
This another hell storm point blank male born
The ambulance take you away and not care gone
Dirt **** ********* in a backpack full of krylon
Move rock for y'all without seeing the pylon
None of y'all could ever be on the level that I'm on
Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion
Jeffrey hunter need to find another place to die on
I don't know what drugs y'all mother******s high on
Whoever told you you should do it gave you bad advice
I'mma put a few in you then blast you in the afterlife
You ain't even half as nice bloodier than passion christ
You want a body give me a pen a bottle and glass of ice
I'mma do it my way fi*************ng out of my male
Chase of every fine glass of wine with a latte
My music age well like it's related to shadai
Vinnie put a few shots into you like bombay
The front and the back what you want where you at
When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
Where the blunt where the gat
Where the funk where the strap
When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
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