lirik lagu player 1 (memphis) & bloody bones - gotta make a getaway
[intro: d tha unknown, dirty red & bl~~dy bones]
devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your~
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth
my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every dime
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth
my~my~my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
[verse 1: bl~~dy bones]
yo, it’s friday, my day to get up on some [?] ends
i gotta start jackin’, gankin’ ’em for my so called friends
head all in the traffic, scopin’ out the f~ckin’ scene
black by cappin’ i scr~ppin’, i gotta get them green sacks
dollars signs, gotta get mine, c~ck my motherf~ckin’ nine
see a n~gga servin’, he’s splurgin’, it’s time
to make him drop it off, get the cheese, and let that nine pop, pop
make my getaway as i jump in the car and smash out
left a n~gga bl~~dy mess, and plus, assed out
sh~t, they ain’t know, i keep on jackin’ ’em, and makin’ my f~ckin’ bank [?]
next route, headed to the mall when them heavy n~ggas like the bar
scopin’ out the victim, [?]
wow, walkin’ with a b~tch to the f~ckin’ parkin’ lot
ran around the corner and yell ’em: “drop it like your pockets hot”
doin’ it like the police, you know you need put your hands behind your head
get your cheese, kick it in the face, and see your body bloodled
[chorus: lil bay]
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
[verse 2: player 1]
uh, remember when back in the days when i assed out, cashed out?
seventeen [?] fast mouth
takin’ no f~ckin’ shortage ’cause i’ma young ruthless hustler
pistol playin’ bustas, blastin’ on you real n~ggas
and if i underestimate you, still you gotta be quick on the trigger
i be stackin’ up all my cheese for a year, and i still sell green
sellin’ ounces for the nine at the age of eighteen
now i’m broke out of ‘grove, man, just about to go, man
i’ma roll one to be funky [?] you will be get to the [?] package
and n~ggas is lookin’ for me because they hear i’m doin’ [?]
gotta get away, gotta get away
n~ggas is [?] godd~mn that they jump and end up with that motherf~ckin’ snitch play
gotta be findin’ a place when layin’ low and just hidin’, g
so, when i’m not [?], motherf~cker, i energy
workin’ and clockin’ for eighty dollars of motherf~ckin’ week
like [?] i want to get back all my f~ckin’ fee
i was lookin’ for the power move and then i got a great slam
little heinous [?] twenty~eight grams
back on a come~up, makin’ my pockets fat, ho
gotta go to the store to buy the [?] and put the old~up bankroll
clockin’ dough, rockin’ dope, cop blockin’ block, poppin’ blow
packin’ [?] from left and right, gotta lay low and out of sight
[chorus: lil bay]
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
[verse 3: dj sound]
i’m on a f~ckin’ getaway, scopin’ out the vogues, ridin’ low, pro
helicopters in the sky, shinin’ like down below
i’m paranoid but i don’t show, i stay real calm
jumpin’ the [?] car, gon’ some want you another one
federal ride through my hood, lookin’ for cruisin’ sh~t
my n~ggas in the hood know whassup, so i had [?] all of this
the cops are spotted me, i’m still on streets, so now they on my ass
i’m runnin’ through backyards, overhills, lookin’ for [?]
[?]
i jacked the n~gga then i caught him slippin’, named him: “drop it off”
[?] so i made him pay the f~ckin’ cost
i balled off [?]
but it don’t matter ’cause this sh~t happens every day
dj sound is a n~gga on a motherf~ckin’ getaway
b~tch
[outro: bl~~dy bones & lil bay]
got my~got my~got my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my glock~got my~got my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my~got my~got my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my~got my~got my glock .9, c~ck mine, pop a n~gga, drop time
but psycho~but psycho~but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every~
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