Rocky Rivera, Bambu - Headhunter (feat. Bambu) lyrics
[Rocky Rivera, Bambu - Headhunter feat. Bambu lyrics]
I’m a fighter for freedom
Maker, dying to meet her
Beautiful mind, love for the pain
Like I was Frida, outta pocket like pita
Scandalous señorita in a pancho rappin’
You salty like margarita
I’m a killer for hire
Aim and I’m spittin’ bullets
Itchy palms, I scratch
And trigger fingers, I pull it
I’m more than just an assassin
I’m plotting on politicians
Leaving em in the gutter
Goodbye, good fucking riddance
Queen of the Underground
Mercenaries a-plenty
Got ‘em in different colors
We ready bucking a semi
Ain’t it about a bitch that
We finally got together
And put difference aside
Now we strugglin’ for the better
We killing ‘em fast, killin’ ‘em slow
Look at em go
Scatter like cock-a-roaches when I’m
Busting down doors i’m disturbing the peace
Obviously, these idiots don’t
Want nothin’ ‘cause
My warrior blood is pumping
And I GOTTA kill me something
A retired freedom fighter…I’m such a liar
I ain’t leavin’ til’ every
Juvenile prison on fire
Gasoline strike a match
Get that pig off my back
Like Bobby Hutton come back to
Life every time I rap
All you talkin’ is trap
Cookin’ and baggin’ crack
I know that for a fact Rocky
Seen more jail than you rats
Now I sit in your class and
Tell your teacher to sit down
Gangster of Love (2013) 176
Cross your hands in your lap and
Don’t you make a fuckin’ sound
(Break it down)
You must be missin’ that common sense
Part of your brain that should go off
When you see schools losin’ teachers
Seniors drop out by the fall (homie)
Y’all out here trippin’ off of
Shit that don’t hold weight
Bench press bars over your head
Hold it and brace, hold up wait
Aim shoot like a 22 to ricochet inside of you
And move you like you rockin’ a
Tu tu and ballerina shoes
So I feel you when you sling
I feel you when you rob
And ‘em schools ain’t teach you shit so
You ain’t ready for no job
(Rocky)
My feminine wiles ready to set up a trap
Men are so predictable especially when
A lady can rap
I, deceptively corner him into an alley
And pull out my 45
A wink and a smile, he startin’ to cry
I blow him a kiss goodbye (Bambu)
And by the grace of all that’s holy
Fuck out my face you phony
Don’t let my ideology get the best of you
Homie you can catch it direct all
That peace shit I rep
Go flyin’ out the window
You shoulda took off when
You heard the click… (Rocky)
…Clack Boom
Off with their heads, Off with their heads!
It’s the Queen of Hearts and with your blood
I’m painting the roses red
It’s a dog-eat dog
Every man for themself, who got my back?
When the animals attack, what’s the haps?
It’s a wrap (Bam)
That’s how you know that the
Pistol holder’s in the venue
I just spray the fuckin’ room ‘cause
I got baby laundry get to
Cannibal tattoos where actual
Cannibals reside pigs roasted, island-style
And we might bury you alive
It go - g-a n-g-s-t-e-r (love it)
Maker, dying to meet her
Beautiful mind, love for the pain
Like I was Frida, outta pocket like pita
Scandalous señorita in a pancho rappin’
You salty like margarita
I’m a killer for hire
Aim and I’m spittin’ bullets
Itchy palms, I scratch
And trigger fingers, I pull it
I’m more than just an assassin
I’m plotting on politicians
Leaving em in the gutter
Goodbye, good fucking riddance
Queen of the Underground
Mercenaries a-plenty
Got ‘em in different colors
We ready bucking a semi
Ain’t it about a bitch that
We finally got together
And put difference aside
Now we strugglin’ for the better
We killing ‘em fast, killin’ ‘em slow
Look at em go
Scatter like cock-a-roaches when I’m
Busting down doors i’m disturbing the peace
Obviously, these idiots don’t
Want nothin’ ‘cause
My warrior blood is pumping
And I GOTTA kill me something
A retired freedom fighter…I’m such a liar
I ain’t leavin’ til’ every
Juvenile prison on fire
Gasoline strike a match
Get that pig off my back
Like Bobby Hutton come back to
Life every time I rap
All you talkin’ is trap
Cookin’ and baggin’ crack
I know that for a fact Rocky
Seen more jail than you rats
Now I sit in your class and
Tell your teacher to sit down
Gangster of Love (2013) 176
Cross your hands in your lap and
Don’t you make a fuckin’ sound
(Break it down)
You must be missin’ that common sense
Part of your brain that should go off
When you see schools losin’ teachers
Seniors drop out by the fall (homie)
Y’all out here trippin’ off of
Shit that don’t hold weight
Bench press bars over your head
Hold it and brace, hold up wait
Aim shoot like a 22 to ricochet inside of you
And move you like you rockin’ a
Tu tu and ballerina shoes
So I feel you when you sling
I feel you when you rob
And ‘em schools ain’t teach you shit so
You ain’t ready for no job
(Rocky)
My feminine wiles ready to set up a trap
Men are so predictable especially when
A lady can rap
I, deceptively corner him into an alley
And pull out my 45
A wink and a smile, he startin’ to cry
I blow him a kiss goodbye (Bambu)
And by the grace of all that’s holy
Fuck out my face you phony
Don’t let my ideology get the best of you
Homie you can catch it direct all
That peace shit I rep
Go flyin’ out the window
You shoulda took off when
You heard the click… (Rocky)
…Clack Boom
Off with their heads, Off with their heads!
It’s the Queen of Hearts and with your blood
I’m painting the roses red
It’s a dog-eat dog
Every man for themself, who got my back?
When the animals attack, what’s the haps?
It’s a wrap (Bam)
That’s how you know that the
Pistol holder’s in the venue
I just spray the fuckin’ room ‘cause
I got baby laundry get to
Cannibal tattoos where actual
Cannibals reside pigs roasted, island-style
And we might bury you alive
It go - g-a n-g-s-t-e-r (love it)