Camouflage Dons

How'd you get the nickname? The killer
Yeah, (Claymores do a couple of claymores over, no, 60 rounds in total)
Peace to God

Y'all, I spit that bag of jeans wrapped me and my queen bag
Piece of Doppuccino with a camouflage machine back
Been on my killer arm shit since routine facts
Test me I bury your play and your splayin black
I was never solved, strike when the camera solved
Conquered jungle, Rambo trooper van a cells

Yeah a bull shark in the Amazon
No automatic wife will make you somersault
Sinister mines, my shit is sublime
Opposition die even before I finish a vibe
You niggas spar, always have to follow my sides

The fiends stay in line every time sniffing my limes
No half stepping me I'm Bronze Man rapping
I told you motherfuckers miss a season of the seven
You can find Italian reverend
This one is for careful up and having work

(For what you filmed, Gorilla, cleaned up)
Stylish shit
But what you feelings don't have any

I'm here to teach the truth to the human families of the planet earth
And change your life first class, you fill the flames when the cannon burst
My skit fish and curse I plant my verse in the universe
Woodturner customize the casket and load the hearse
Reach the body count when I'm pulling that shoddy out

Shouting like Saudi Doma boss and got that Gotti clout
They came in my zone, homes and never made it out
Build like a Lego block, fully loaded pringle, glock
Spraying niggas stop playing, nigga I kill you with a shot
I'm unimpressed for 20 years in this shit
And sound this good, nigga, now that's a test

Be sure to rock your best these niggas, they try to finish me
But see justice is a reward or a penalty
I'm from a pedigree that terrorize everything
You're from a cloth that's soft high on amphetamine
You must be high on Molly
Fucking with the goddamn P Bronze Man and my nigga wreck Ali

(Either you get killed or kill him)
(Better off here than me)
(Any day)

Murder
Law says, "Highly explosive bomb on your roaches"
They can never punch, my flame is corrosive
Fuck the bullshit the fiend, slut a pole shit
Recognize the God I hold fire like a rose clip
Supreme conquest killing every contest
Tools for my ego the shooter named Sanchez
God complex hope He get you a bomb vest
It's about the rain are you ready for this comfest

Blue chrome spam fire at your glue poem
Bam for pound I'm still fucking gritty like bull comb
No convertible shoe tones
Yeah, that shit literally like my new palms
Yeah, moving at a fucking top speed
Fire in the senate, shells where the cops be
Hurling Molotov bombs, just so they aware
It's the camouflage Dons nigga, wow

Stylish shit
Yeah, (fuck Dolly) Peace Lord
Goddamn P Bronze Man
Get him shit, you know what I'm saying
Yeah

Rising rapidly in rank to non commissioned officer
The leader and among the most respected soldier is in Charlie company
He is also known as Killer



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Nii A Adamafio, Domingo Del Valle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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