- Comethazine Riddle 歌詞
- Comethazine
- Grow up, nigga
(Yeah, we with it nigga)
(Yeah, we did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by)
(We with it nigga)
Bitch, yeah
Lets get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it nigga, we dont do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga
Creep up on him, blacked out, he wont know what hit him
Bitch I told you, we dont back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
I dont got no time for yo ass, you aint my type
Big thighs, big tits, big ass, thats what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight
This 10 inch, this very long stick, thats what your bitch like
A bitch nigga, a man who act like hoe, thats what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a bitch life
Lets get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it nigga, we dont do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga
Creep up on him, blacked out, he wont know what hit him
Bitch I told you, we dont back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, they sing his ass a riddle
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