Lyrics:
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
it hell for a hustler
This is how we ride
Not knowing if we'll live or die
Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side
In case
or you die (Live or you die)
N***a you cannot deny
I’m elevated I can fly (I can fly)
Gotta level up
Gotta level up
N***a I might parallel
Double park my
die, can't spit it no more
All my n****z that tusslin, get yours
All my b****es that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
"Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
they face
Let 'em know you ain't playing no games
We searching for better days
Wanna live them better ways
What I promise, heart is all you need to rock
Chemical warfare in my brain tonight/ I be on a self destruct mode
I just want to put a gun to my brain/ call me kobain
I just wanna, let it go/ whats left
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
a gun
in hand
Lord I don't understand
maybe the kid was fed up
where the f*** is Jay at
what is this shit a set up
let me not say that
the three
and Finisher of my story
No other name by which man can be saved
Blameless and faultless but bore my shame
Creator and saviour lets make it plain
Come meet god
rap
When I came I was ready a full pack
Told you rappers I got 9 lives in my luggage
But you can never let the cat out of my bag
You think you go
any means
I'd make her life a fucking movie capture every single scene
Let me take her different places live her every single dream
This shit like
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do,
I went to Rags N Riches
Yea Bad bitches
Like a nigga don't know ride around clock a gun, overload
Takin the perkies I do it for show, clock a bitch
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
Me, Wait Till A N**** Get In Range
Hate When A N**** want to Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk And Where
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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