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lirik lagu jenx2 – death machine

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[intro: jenx2 & buckx2]
(buck, should i get it?)
(yah~yah~yah~yah!)
(ah!) ayy, ayy, ayy
uh (b~tch), okay (buh, buh, buh), okay
yuh, yuh, wha~wha~wha~wha~what?
k9 unit in your 8~0

[verse 1: jenx2]
i’m getting paper, like times
on the end of my glock 18, there is a light
on the end of my ak, b~tch, i keep a knife
ho, i’m feeling like bane how i break a b~tch spine, huh
rappers best get with the times, if you sending a message, b~tch, i don’t reply
we steady puffing on medical
why am i so f~cking goated? can’t even deny, b~tch
i’m smoking green jalapeños
just made about 3005, like gambino
i’m making hits, great, bambino
i’m stealing shots like a free throw
i’m taking chains like i’m debo
my beam the samе color as rio
i’m dodging bullets like neo
i got an o, i need three though
i need mе three blunts, like i’m greedo
i hit the blunt, i can’t motherf~ckin breathe, though
[verse 2: jenx2]
choppa like a broom how ya team get swept
shawty wanna f~ck, but i swear, we just met
two on the ball, like i’m playing for the mets
that boy fake, his personality a rep
move like a tightrope, watch how he step
i heard what they be on, and that ain’t no threat
i’m coming at all of their necks, like i’m strep
you ain’t even got no set, yeah
i’m getting bread like a lease
if you got money, they all want a piece
i keep my head down because i like the peace
this sh~t too hot, like a 1000 degrees (ayy, ayy, okay)
like, all of that sh~t i can see
b~tch, i was born with the team (ayy, okay)
b~tch, i was born with a beam
there’s nothing that is as it seems
i’m steady puffing the green
i had to blow off some steam (b~tch)

[verse 3: jenx2]
i’m running this ho like a d~mn supervisor
808 make this b~tch jump, energizer
i’m flowing like water, my wrist like a geyser
keeping your mouth shut, can’t be any wiser
got louis v goggles, i look like a diver
i’m puffing on diesel, i feel like the driver
when it come to this sh~t, there ain’t n0body fire
i keep a blade on my hip, like i’m myers
me and the mob on the move, finna stunt again
glock made him shuffle, he doing the running man
don’t hit my line if you asking for funds again
don’t hit my line, ’cause i’m out of the f~cks to give
dissing my opps, and i know they can’t stomach it
dissing on x2, i’m knowing, they fronting then
pull out the chopper, percussion like pots and pans
every shot that you sent didn’t f~cking land
had to plot out the whole plan
my flow beretta, that b~tch never jam
i’m keeping metal like basketball stands that put you underground
underneath all the sand
got big drums, i ain’t talking no band
if he got sum to say, then he’s gon’ meet my hand
all that sh~t you been saying don’t make you no man
karmamob up, and we ain’t gonna land
[outro: jenx2]
karmamob death machine spinning up
b~tch!


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