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Phlegeton (feat. KAIBA)
by Judas Cain
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(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
Bitch I'm the Fallen One
You know me, I'm the Chosen One
Left you dripping on the streets
Now we're back to get the rest of y'all (Rraah, rraah, rraah)
G-L-O-C-K 19
This beauty is brand new (Bitch)
Yeah you better stop laughing
Cause tonight you ain't coming home (Ain't coming home)
I got that 12 gauge bitch
KAIBA's strapped with a choppa hoe
Blood is flossing down the streets
Tonight Azrael got a lot to do
Riding on an OC bitch
That 80 is too strong for you
You hear those trumpets playing
When we step into your fucking town (Rraah)
(Fuck)
I don't fuck with your lame shit (Rraah)
I don't rock with your trash bitch (Gang) (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about your fame bitch (Yeah)
I'm getting stupid rich, I'm on my lane bitch (You gon')
You gon' overdose, you mad dog (You're loosing)
You fuck yourself, please kill yourself brother (Let's close it)
I'm the chosen one, you dead, huh (Let's do it)
Get out my way, I kill your fam, huh (Bitch)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
Bitch I'm the Fallen One
You know me, I'm the Chosen One
Left you dripping on the streets
Now we're back to get the rest of y'all (Rraah, rraah, rraah)
G-L-O-C-K 19
This beauty is brand new (Bitch)
Yeah you better stop laughing
Cause tonight you ain't coming home (Ain't coming home)
I got that 12 gauge bitch
KAIBA's strapped with a choppa hoe
Blood is flossing down the streets
Tonight Azrael got a lot to do
Riding on an OC bitch
That 80 is too strong for you
You hear those trumpets playing
When we step into your fucking town (Rraah)
(Fuck)
I don't fuck with your lame shit (Rraah)
I don't rock with your trash bitch (Gang) (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about your fame bitch (Yeah)
I'm getting stupid rich, I'm on my lane bitch (You gon')
You gon' overdose, you mad dog (You're loosing)
You fuck yourself, please kill yourself brother (Let's close it)
I'm the chosen one, you dead, huh (Let's do it)
Get out my way, I kill your fam, huh (Bitch)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the -)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
