DEATH DEALER PT. 1
We taking souls
We breaking skulls
A cup of blood in the air, let's make a toast
I sweat blood tears, I took my oath
Ain't no opps 'round here, I made 'em ghost
We the La Famillia
Contract killing ya
Fight night, baby, with my Chinchilla, uh
New Mercedes like a four-wheeler, uh
Sleezy brazy, brazy, I'm a door kicker, uh
Run up, I get you done up
I got my gun up, 'til the sun up
Can't give you one up
I load my drum up
Can't give my fun up
I let my 'Rarri burn up
I just turn up
Killer with the baby face
Drill 'em with the baby Drac
Spill it on ya lady face
Tell me how my baby taste
Sleezy gon' break ya face
Lawyer gon' spank the case
'Rarri with the paper plates
Ya brains on ya Bathing Apes
Bitch, we sliding black coupes
Still serving crack juice
Big pole, black goose
Rick-O, black boots
SIG Sauer blast you
Bitch, who ask you?
Big boss, that's who
Drip sauce, ragu
I brung the goonies out
I brung the hoolies out
Fuck is you about
We could shoot it out
No security, bitch, I got my jewelry out
Got the stick with the cooler kit, I can't cool it out
Killer with the baby face
Drill 'em with the baby Drac
Spill it on ya lady face
Tell me how my baby taste
Sleezy gon' break ya face
Lawyer gon' spank the case
'Rarri with the paper plates
Ya brains on ya Bathing Apes
We breaking skulls
A cup of blood in the air, let's make a toast
I sweat blood tears, I took my oath
Ain't no opps 'round here, I made 'em ghost
We the La Famillia
Contract killing ya
Fight night, baby, with my Chinchilla, uh
New Mercedes like a four-wheeler, uh
Sleezy brazy, brazy, I'm a door kicker, uh
Run up, I get you done up
I got my gun up, 'til the sun up
Can't give you one up
I load my drum up
Can't give my fun up
I let my 'Rarri burn up
I just turn up
Killer with the baby face
Drill 'em with the baby Drac
Spill it on ya lady face
Tell me how my baby taste
Sleezy gon' break ya face
Lawyer gon' spank the case
'Rarri with the paper plates
Ya brains on ya Bathing Apes
Bitch, we sliding black coupes
Still serving crack juice
Big pole, black goose
Rick-O, black boots
SIG Sauer blast you
Bitch, who ask you?
Big boss, that's who
Drip sauce, ragu
I brung the goonies out
I brung the hoolies out
Fuck is you about
We could shoot it out
No security, bitch, I got my jewelry out
Got the stick with the cooler kit, I can't cool it out
Killer with the baby face
Drill 'em with the baby Drac
Spill it on ya lady face
Tell me how my baby taste
Sleezy gon' break ya face
Lawyer gon' spank the case
'Rarri with the paper plates
Ya brains on ya Bathing Apes
Credits
Writer(s): Vinicius Sosa, Michele Scatamacchia, Juan Pablo Gallo, Mauricio Jose Barquero
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