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lirik lagu conejo - bitch ass rappers

to that soldier ink b-tches desert eagles get wisdom
ese rocking up birds and got the money to hit you
something wicked, about the way i flow
worse when i come to your town, all you foo’s lay low
smoke ah zone to the neck, of that chronic bro
ese the way i flip this stay stuck in your skull
cus i’m at fool, of an ah murdering tool
ese big d-ck rabbit make your wifey drool
i’m ah dope fein killa, cus my tar uncut
ese put your -ss out, like the cigarette b-tt
cus i’m ah nut, and i ain’t giving ah f-ck
i’ll smash all your crew, like ah monster truck
i got skills, and this warfare drills
ese three six five i’m the realest for real
you wanna diss, you must be joking
ese jaws get broke some of them we smoke ’em

this b-tch -ss rappers on the street emerge
but the g’s know my words with ah hundred birds
i’m ah suicide bomb and dawg waiting to happen
ese la down to back me body bag ’em and stack ’em
i’m ah national security threat
ese they close all borders when i come in your sec
cus i’m ah vet, and i don’t bang on the net
i spit hollow tips and never break ah sweat

i’ll f-cking stab ’em, in ah face, with ah rambo knife
ese mister sand n-gg-, oh it’s on tonight
get it right foo, you’ve never been to h-ll
cus venom from the h never seen you there
packed jails, parole hold no bail
ese doing big things, getting dope in mail
i rock mics, outta clasmik ice
you ah played out g, with your burned out nike’s
i’m from harpy’s, and two five’s the block
ese we three mc’s, on the street we g’s
homie please, with all that boulevard nights
i get you where you be, i just shoot ’em ah kite
and it’s done, and it cost me none
the streets got my back, so they murder for fun
one o one, should’v showed you this
homie bust at ah foo, disrespecting your sh-t

i bought ah quart of bird, and hit the curb
ese that graveyard shift, was the time to serve
and now i gotta have sixteen for the hole
ese the dope’s spot crackin’, base heads came home
lok’d out don’t faze me, and this boy get’s stuck
little savage ah b-tch, i stay pushing that rock
c o n kill and rob c o n be the boss
and when i bring the violence all the streets apply
the system’s knocking, that venom tape
ah two one three g them other foo’s be fake
and it’s plain to see, that you ain’t high powered
minimum security that’s ah group full of cowards
and criminal’s weak, he better shut his beak
unload ah 47 on the driver seat
of his bucket, f-cking brains all over
cross your -ss out and spray my hood on your corner

- lirik lagu conejo

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