Текст песни Kxllswxtch - MUGSHOT
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Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
.38 tucked, feeling like Mega Man
Dual wield this heat, blasting outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With a stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, getting under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, chopper make you jump, jump
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I sling dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
Got blood stains on me still, don't wanna change the fit
She got a big butt, Malcom, put my dick in the middle
Bitch, I got big bucks sticking to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up, pussy, put the steel to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
Like, lay flat like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) Just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point blank headshot, think he need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say so
She fuck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
.38 tucked, feeling like Mega Man
Dual wield this heat, blasting outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With a stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, getting under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, chopper make you jump, jump (okay)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
.38 tucked, feeling like Mega Man
Dual wield this heat, blasting outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With a stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, getting under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, chopper make you jump, jump
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I sling dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
Got blood stains on me still, don't wanna change the fit
She got a big butt, Malcom, put my dick in the middle
Bitch, I got big bucks sticking to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up, pussy, put the steel to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
Like, lay flat like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) Just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point blank headshot, think he need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say so
She fuck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
.38 tucked, feeling like Mega Man
Dual wield this heat, blasting outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With a stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, getting under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, chopper make you jump, jump (okay)
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