Madsaint - Moscow lyrics
[Madsaint - Moscow lyrics]
Ice-cold killa I'm livin' in moscow
And an artist, bitches callin' me piccaso
And a gunner, homies callin' me rambo
Let's do a gunfight, bitch I am rango
Got your bitch sucking
All she does is practice
She got dreams
I'm just leading her to success
You be hatin' us for no reason, I guess
A reason, me and tony on your bitch in tabriz
Make the world a better place
I'll put a bullet in my head
But before I go I gotta
Know my enemies are dead
Already told ya I have a long way ahead
But for now I don't give a damn
Let's fuck on your bed
You can't beat me
You can't catch me homie you can't
Ain't a terrorist, but I live in iran
Was joking about your bitch
I never fuck with fans
But then again you can't beat me
It's immortal men
If you see me in the street
Call the cops for your
Own safety, I'm a bit crazy
I think your blood's tasty
Why you wanna date me? I'm not slim shady-
A rapper maybe, but fuck eminem lady
Too much drama lately, I feel
Like that I'm eighty
Ask your
Girl to rate me, it a 10 or she afraid me
I prolly kill you baby-
Nah I'm doin' too much
I'm doing too much
Call ay
K, fuck a couple bottles up at the pub, dawg
This the shit i don't wanna tell my son dawg
Cruisin in the fuckin town the sun up
Knew your ass couldn't get
Our pics cropped up
Shes a keeper, im a goner, do the math son
Guess these motherfuckers love to
Get crapped on
There won't be none
If these fuckers start none
I swear to god these pussies
Rappin with their cap on
Mortal Men, Bitch
Don't start with me
Don't start bruh, hahahaha
And an artist, bitches callin' me piccaso
And a gunner, homies callin' me rambo
Let's do a gunfight, bitch I am rango
Got your bitch sucking
All she does is practice
She got dreams
I'm just leading her to success
You be hatin' us for no reason, I guess
A reason, me and tony on your bitch in tabriz
Make the world a better place
I'll put a bullet in my head
But before I go I gotta
Know my enemies are dead
Already told ya I have a long way ahead
But for now I don't give a damn
Let's fuck on your bed
You can't beat me
You can't catch me homie you can't
Ain't a terrorist, but I live in iran
Was joking about your bitch
I never fuck with fans
But then again you can't beat me
It's immortal men
If you see me in the street
Call the cops for your
Own safety, I'm a bit crazy
I think your blood's tasty
Why you wanna date me? I'm not slim shady-
A rapper maybe, but fuck eminem lady
Too much drama lately, I feel
Like that I'm eighty
Ask your
Girl to rate me, it a 10 or she afraid me
I prolly kill you baby-
Nah I'm doin' too much
I'm doing too much
Call ay
K, fuck a couple bottles up at the pub, dawg
This the shit i don't wanna tell my son dawg
Cruisin in the fuckin town the sun up
Knew your ass couldn't get
Our pics cropped up
Shes a keeper, im a goner, do the math son
Guess these motherfuckers love to
Get crapped on
There won't be none
If these fuckers start none
I swear to god these pussies
Rappin with their cap on
Mortal Men, Bitch
Don't start with me
Don't start bruh, hahahaha