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Paroles de la chanson Omerta par 22Gz
[22Gz]
Grrt (War's too nasty)
Sniper the Blixky, gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
BG 4L, SG
Twirl (Gang, gang)
[22Gz]
Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Grrt (War's too nasty)
Sniper the Blixky, gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
BG 4L, SG
Twirl (Gang, gang)
[22Gz]
Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)
[22Gz & CoachDaGhost]
First nigga I see in designer, I'm killin', drill 'em
He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up
Brush 'em, up it, spin, dump it
Hop out the black van, gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him
Jump in the Bimmer, I'm with your treesha, she tryna eat up
Bands just freed up (Rrah), you the type to see opps and then freeze up (Shine)
[CoachDaGhost]
I think that it's time that wе T up
Still scorin' 'til these haters D up
Twirlin' еarly mornin', don't do with informants (Twirl, twirl)
We the ones performin', that's why they need us
Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I'm not doin' the feature with nobody unless it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don't care what you jackin'
I'm the teacher, that's subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin' (Gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin'
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine, talk tough, walk up and just whack him (Rrah, rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion, when will y'all see that it's deeper than rappin'?
???, I am not with the actin'
Heart cold like it's February
My gun game, that's hereditary
I got perfect aim, so I never worry
Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I'm not doin' the feature with nobody unless it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don't care what you jackin'
I'm the teacher, that's subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin' (Gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin'
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine, talk tough, walk up and just whack him (Rrah, rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion, when will y'all see that it's deeper than rappin'?
???, I am not with the actin'
Heart cold like it's February
My gun game, that's hereditary
I got perfect aim, so I never worry
I'ma drill 'em if it's necessary
How would I speak on what happened?
Attention seekin' get you put in a casket
Jails in the streets, know I'm active (Active)
Know I'm cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it's up unless you got luck, it's bound to get tragic
Make you disappear, I'm a magic (Shine)
[22Gz]
Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)
How would I speak on what happened?
Attention seekin' get you put in a casket
Jails in the streets, know I'm active (Active)
Know I'm cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it's up unless you got luck, it's bound to get tragic
Make you disappear, I'm a magic (Shine)
[22Gz]
Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)
War's too nasty
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