Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung - Black Market songtekst
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i put my hands in my pocket they jingle cuz they full of change and sometimes being broke make your father straight but i got a better grip on myself so i avoid being played short like an elf bust a side bust her in the head then watch all the yolk come runnin out his head im tryin to stack the grips that dont let me hit this dick cuz if i hit this dick ima shoot me a bitch fuck it, bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came im settin up shop for the black market so if i aim at your mark ass you a target told you that i come, but i came insane though im play still killas scramblin the niggas brains if you gotta go we gotta go i like the 6'4 im pullin GTA's it aint yours no more then i tell em to strip it down and leave nothing but the frame then im gon' sell my cousin the gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack more money more money for black market we on the black market, yeah x3 creepin, moves with swifness in the dark there aint no stoppin once a nigga start it aint nothin new,up under the sun for days and days under the moon is where i was born and raised and doomed for life, there aint no daylight i lvoe it murderin mothafuckas in the night a dommsta ready to make his mark, a underground target hooked up with black market shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and PIT platinum, Mr rR Lynch Hung we do yo ass in good just for fun 15 inches in yo ass bitch take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no dick 14 suns and moons somthin you can assume that on the 15th marks my day for doom buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip you find your ass dead in a graveyard and ima continue on my way well if you see me chewin baby guts locc would ya choke i vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6 i fiend for dead pussy on my dick i got dust and i dont give a fuck about yo biatch that nigga thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts get ate out like a dank them crooked teeth hurt i pull that tampax string out and straight put in work it wouldnt work without that sicc so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit and have you murderin your bitch violently ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla its that infant killa aint the bitch mr doc D double O M in hella heat niggas im gone, i need another dose of human meat i lift the creep, and black market death by the scene as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter pokes you in your spleen we on the black market yeahh x3 you let yo eyes upon my fo-fo and notice every curve and my strap as the tears roll down flash of life as you fade to black if that gat wasnt all up in yo face reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith replaced, take it down to the south get deep, think of moms at yo funeral locc, and all yo family, huh its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah! never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand back with the fo-fo mag! that niggas life wont last keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke no joke im safe from pain all day all im askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange one to the brain in the throat, out the skull from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself now ya niggas know one more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr death Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market death murder when they suck a big dick