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Paroles de la chanson Death Games par sKitz Kraven

Glock 9
We gon pop out
AK bullets burning up your leg
The way the way they drop out
Cold hearted
But it's hot out
Balenciaga tennies
You can't get em
Cuz they not out
I couldn't get you on the street
Cuz the car loud
Now I'm a wait till your asleep
I'm a night owl
In a palace
Somewhere yonder
Out in Barlow

With the shooters
Out in Dallas
Like I'm Carlisle

We gon chop you up
And send you through the mail
I don't post bail
Half a ticket on the scale
Shovel and a pale
I'll drain your fluid till you're pale
Momma say I'm real sick
I turn these rappers female
Give a sex change
Call it Hill House
The way the carbon make your neck hang
Smoke you like some gas
Brand new strain
Call it ethane

Started making money
Now I'm rich
That's when the stress came
Keep playin with me
You must enjoy playin these

You want a death wish
Fuck her till she numb
Call her my dead bitch
Hit you with the death stick
Leave you headless
Put you on a shirt
Happy resting
I'm feeling evil
Never fucked with no injections
But I'm lethal
Slutty little whore
I fuck her body till she feeble

I do what I want
You do what's told
You're such a sheep
Yeah I'm so sick of seeing foolish people
Just wanna gun em down
Bought 2 carbons with 2 drums
Let off a hunnid rounds
Suppressor you won't hear a sound
I feel like Max Payne
Neck bone poking out
That's where your hat hang
I'm cruising in the
Yeah I'm sicker than a virus
Won't stop until I kill
Yeah your survivals in a crisis
She tell me she a dike
But I just know my dick is priceless
I'm a fuck her till she dead

I'll have that pussy looking lifeless

We gon chop you up
And send you through the mail
I don't post bail
Half a ticket on the scale
Shovel and a pale
I'll drain your fluid till you're pale
Momma say I'm real sick
I turn these rappers female
Give a sex change
Call it Hill House
The way the carbon make your neck hang
Smoke you like some gas
Brand new strain
Call it ethane
Started making money
Now I'm rich

That's when the stress came
Keep playin with me
You must enjoy playin these
Death games

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