Marrgielaa, Slump6s - EVIL ANTHEM lyrics
[Marrgielaa, Slump6s - EVIL ANTHEM lyrics]
Uh fuck dat nigga
Bitch stupid ah Nigga
Annoyin ah Bitch (On God) the Fuck
Lil Bitch
Brand new Bag im Winnin
Big AR jus to put it in it
Real Trap music Nigga ian Singin
My diamonds ice Nigga yeah they Blingin
Ian a Nice nigga Bitch im Sinnin
That Bitch is a Nat why is u Defendin
If i Catch a Rat nigga ima End him
(Ong, Bitch) the Dot on his Face like
The End Of a Sentence
Back Door nigga The Fuck is an entrance
(Ight fuck it im not gon relax
No more fuck dat shit)
Kill yo baby n this shit gettin tragic
Glock on me Turn a Nigga to Past Tense
Trap Bitch say she lovin my Accent
Glock make him Disappear like Magic
Reappear jus So i can Re-Slap Him
Kill his Mama den that nigga Start Laughin
Real nigga Bitch im not wit da Actin
Sip drank cuz that shit is Relaxin
Off a Perc and it Feel like Im Laggin
Gun down if i heard that he Flaggin
Want a Feat? Wеll nigga im Taxin
If i want yo bitch den ima Have it
AR and dis shit Automatic
Kill his Daughter say i don't
Know what Happеn Bitch fuck that (On God)
Gang street nigga man im outa the Juvie
Tie that Nigga like a Mf Bubble
In da Game man i Don't needa Huddle
(Wait wait wait Lemme Redo it, Bitch)
Glock hit him make that Lil nigga Stumble
2 Straps Ian talkin A Couple
Big Bag and i Make that shit Double
(Alright lemme T Up fr, Gang)
We poppin him like a Oxy
U got a man but i know that he Not Me
Im at the Top and ain't no one can Top Me
She at my Crib and she Tryin to Top Me
I needa bag, Asap no Rocky
I know he mad why he ain't shot me?
(Shoot me) fuck, Im always Messin it Up
Nigga talk down then we Sendin him Up
Told me Come Over she Setting me Up
I know u Hurt but i don't give a Fuck
My niggas Scorin that shit like a Puck
4 Leaf Clover boy U outta Luck
He say it's up Den we Sendin Him Down
Wet him Up den we Lettin him Drown
Skinny nigga But im Movin da Pounds
Rich Nigga im tha Talk of Tha Town
Bitch stupid ah Nigga
Annoyin ah Bitch (On God) the Fuck
Lil Bitch
Brand new Bag im Winnin
Big AR jus to put it in it
Real Trap music Nigga ian Singin
My diamonds ice Nigga yeah they Blingin
Ian a Nice nigga Bitch im Sinnin
That Bitch is a Nat why is u Defendin
If i Catch a Rat nigga ima End him
(Ong, Bitch) the Dot on his Face like
The End Of a Sentence
Back Door nigga The Fuck is an entrance
(Ight fuck it im not gon relax
No more fuck dat shit)
Kill yo baby n this shit gettin tragic
Glock on me Turn a Nigga to Past Tense
Trap Bitch say she lovin my Accent
Glock make him Disappear like Magic
Reappear jus So i can Re-Slap Him
Kill his Mama den that nigga Start Laughin
Real nigga Bitch im not wit da Actin
Sip drank cuz that shit is Relaxin
Off a Perc and it Feel like Im Laggin
Gun down if i heard that he Flaggin
Want a Feat? Wеll nigga im Taxin
If i want yo bitch den ima Have it
AR and dis shit Automatic
Kill his Daughter say i don't
Know what Happеn Bitch fuck that (On God)
Gang street nigga man im outa the Juvie
Tie that Nigga like a Mf Bubble
In da Game man i Don't needa Huddle
(Wait wait wait Lemme Redo it, Bitch)
Glock hit him make that Lil nigga Stumble
2 Straps Ian talkin A Couple
Big Bag and i Make that shit Double
(Alright lemme T Up fr, Gang)
We poppin him like a Oxy
U got a man but i know that he Not Me
Im at the Top and ain't no one can Top Me
She at my Crib and she Tryin to Top Me
I needa bag, Asap no Rocky
I know he mad why he ain't shot me?
(Shoot me) fuck, Im always Messin it Up
Nigga talk down then we Sendin him Up
Told me Come Over she Setting me Up
I know u Hurt but i don't give a Fuck
My niggas Scorin that shit like a Puck
4 Leaf Clover boy U outta Luck
He say it's up Den we Sendin Him Down
Wet him Up den we Lettin him Drown
Skinny nigga But im Movin da Pounds
Rich Nigga im tha Talk of Tha Town