K!NG SLVM - FRiDAY THE 13TH lyrics
[K!NG SLVM - FRiDAY THE 13TH lyrics]
Gi-gi-girl next door wash your lips
I keep a Glock and my Glock keep a dick
Bullets are hot like a fire was lit
Sawgunning your neck and get
Shot in yo' shit
Calling my llama now watch that hoe spit
I drop bombs like Osama, my humor is sick
And I carry that chop
Put a dot on that bitch
Cause you come to my spot, nigga
You can get hit (Fa fa fa)
And they can’t play me, PlayStation
But they hate on me like Satan
Pull up with foenem like fuck is you saying
Like he saw the devil
His heart started racing
Glock spit on yo' ass, don't say shit
You a pussy and my bullets penetration
Me and my cuzzo cut shit up like Jason
Tell that boy shut up and
Leave his ass wasted
You can catch a hundred rounds
Talk shit and we hunting you down
Leave yo’ ass bloody
He painted the ground while we move
In silence not making a sound
My niggas savage, you niggas is clowns
No I take it back, my niggas is hounds
Run in yo' spot, we looking for pounds
Acquire that bag and we airing it out
Mac 10, loaded Glock fully automatic chop
We want smoke like "where the pot"
You niggas just there to rot
Mac 10, loaded Glock fully automatic chop
We want smoke like "where the pot"
You niggas just there to rot
Man, these niggas just here so they rot
Upping that 5, get hit with them dots
He ran outta time, his shit gettin' clocked
I ain't socking on niggas
Get knocked out yo' socks
Boy, you say my name
Look left and then right
He say the wrong name
He get left at the light
Kill you and yo' bitch
She got left with yo' life
Said it was on sight
Brought the Vector new sights
Head get put on ice, but the revenue nice
Legs gettin' knocked off
Leave him there a few nights
Pick up what nigga
I cut it and blow yo’ ass down
In the name of my brother we hit the stain
Make yo’ brain look like gushers
Candy paint
Pull up and paint all the suckers
Flaming, I'm aiming, I shoot, Caron Butler
It’s only gon' murk you
It won't make yo' tougher (Bitch)
Holdin’ that chop like a mother hold kids
Toting that glick, let yo' brother hold this
Gave that hoe back, I ain't lovin' no bitch
Come in the trap and she suckin' on dick
My choppa love me, I'm tuckin' on it
Say he want war, then I'm tuckin' on it
Say he want smoke, how I puff out that bitch
He think I'm hoe till I bust out that bitch
I keep a Glock and my Glock keep a dick
Bullets are hot like a fire was lit
Sawgunning your neck and get
Shot in yo' shit
Calling my llama now watch that hoe spit
I drop bombs like Osama, my humor is sick
And I carry that chop
Put a dot on that bitch
Cause you come to my spot, nigga
You can get hit (Fa fa fa)
And they can’t play me, PlayStation
But they hate on me like Satan
Pull up with foenem like fuck is you saying
Like he saw the devil
His heart started racing
Glock spit on yo' ass, don't say shit
You a pussy and my bullets penetration
Me and my cuzzo cut shit up like Jason
Tell that boy shut up and
Leave his ass wasted
You can catch a hundred rounds
Talk shit and we hunting you down
Leave yo’ ass bloody
He painted the ground while we move
In silence not making a sound
My niggas savage, you niggas is clowns
No I take it back, my niggas is hounds
Run in yo' spot, we looking for pounds
Acquire that bag and we airing it out
Mac 10, loaded Glock fully automatic chop
We want smoke like "where the pot"
You niggas just there to rot
Mac 10, loaded Glock fully automatic chop
We want smoke like "where the pot"
You niggas just there to rot
Man, these niggas just here so they rot
Upping that 5, get hit with them dots
He ran outta time, his shit gettin' clocked
I ain't socking on niggas
Get knocked out yo' socks
Boy, you say my name
Look left and then right
He say the wrong name
He get left at the light
Kill you and yo' bitch
She got left with yo' life
Said it was on sight
Brought the Vector new sights
Head get put on ice, but the revenue nice
Legs gettin' knocked off
Leave him there a few nights
Pick up what nigga
I cut it and blow yo’ ass down
In the name of my brother we hit the stain
Make yo’ brain look like gushers
Candy paint
Pull up and paint all the suckers
Flaming, I'm aiming, I shoot, Caron Butler
It’s only gon' murk you
It won't make yo' tougher (Bitch)
Holdin’ that chop like a mother hold kids
Toting that glick, let yo' brother hold this
Gave that hoe back, I ain't lovin' no bitch
Come in the trap and she suckin' on dick
My choppa love me, I'm tuckin' on it
Say he want war, then I'm tuckin' on it
Say he want smoke, how I puff out that bitch
He think I'm hoe till I bust out that bitch