Lil Mosquito Disease, Big Baller B - 33rd Trombone Attacc lyrics
[Lil Mosquito Disease, Big Baller B - 33rd Trombone Attacc lyrics]
AHHHH skrt
Gun noises ay, haha
Ay, ay, ok, ok, ay
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Look I'm like Johnny Dang bitch
With the big jewel 30 shooting out
Cause them niggas tryna go bool
Got a bitch with a big ass
Like Doja she gon' scream moo
Yeah I'm a real Crip
My motherfucking wrists blue
Shoot a cap up in his mouth
Cause he tried to snitch too
I be strapped out cause I can
Never trust them to be cool
Fuck boy, kill that noise
Like that bull we shoot you
Listen you a rat, lil' nigga I'm a mouse trap
Choppa got a location
Pull up like a wrestler when I find em all
I murk em all like human centipede
I leave them fucking snitches dead
Root em out like weeds
Niggas be fucking dead
Everyone remember me yeah
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Big Baller B and Lil fucking Mosquito
(mosquito) we go on your girl like
That bitch is a cheeto (cheeto)
Showed up to your girl
In a motherfucking speedo
(bitch I'm in my speedo)
But I ain't swimming
I'm to busy staying winning real shit
We be making songs since the beginning
Old Town
Yes I made the first rounds in my kitchen
My girl on the phone
Why the hell she always bitching
Finger on the trigger
And my fingers always itching bitch
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Gun noises ay, haha
Ay, ay, ok, ok, ay
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Look I'm like Johnny Dang bitch
With the big jewel 30 shooting out
Cause them niggas tryna go bool
Got a bitch with a big ass
Like Doja she gon' scream moo
Yeah I'm a real Crip
My motherfucking wrists blue
Shoot a cap up in his mouth
Cause he tried to snitch too
I be strapped out cause I can
Never trust them to be cool
Fuck boy, kill that noise
Like that bull we shoot you
Listen you a rat, lil' nigga I'm a mouse trap
Choppa got a location
Pull up like a wrestler when I find em all
I murk em all like human centipede
I leave them fucking snitches dead
Root em out like weeds
Niggas be fucking dead
Everyone remember me yeah
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Big Baller B and Lil fucking Mosquito
(mosquito) we go on your girl like
That bitch is a cheeto (cheeto)
Showed up to your girl
In a motherfucking speedo
(bitch I'm in my speedo)
But I ain't swimming
I'm to busy staying winning real shit
We be making songs since the beginning
Old Town
Yes I made the first rounds in my kitchen
My girl on the phone
Why the hell she always bitching
Finger on the trigger
And my fingers always itching bitch
Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
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