CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : In The Trunk
Yeah, run
Death Plus the one
Gonna take your f**king life with the mask and the gun
Aye, pull up to the function, yuh, we gonna have some fun
I got Mr. Sisco with me, we kill 'em and then we done
Yuh, back to the house, yeah, we smokin' OG, on me
I be high as hell, f**k the police
So sweet, these pussies talkin' but ain't gonna do sh*t
Get my clip so blessed and my bullets so holy
Ya know me
Welcome to the mind of a killa
Crazy, psychopathic, dark, cold-hearted n***a
Better watch yo words 'fore a n***a cut your liver
Choppin' off his head, his whole body I deliver
My vision is so grim, but your light is very dim
I'm more shadier than Slim
Up the Glock, let's begin
Teach a lesson, n***a stressin', tryna keep up his depression
Kill yourself, if you testin' I'ma send him to the reverend
My Glock hold all of my blessings
Trust me, b*t*h, I'm never stressin'
Listen close, get the message, I ain't playin', f**k yo session
Count your blessings, I got seventeen bullets and they shiny, too
Hollow-tip bullets and they blowin' like a f**king flute
b*t*h, it is a fluke if you get the upper hand
Fool, better take yo shot 'cause I'm coming back to slaughter you
b*t*h, I am an animal, a cold-blooded cannibal
b*t*hes call me Hannibal
I up a Glock and damage you, b*t*h
Death Plus the one
Gonna take your f**king life with the mask and the gun
Aye, pull up to the function, yuh, we gonna have some fun
I got Mr. Sisco with me, we kill 'em and then we done
Yuh, back to the house, yeah, we smokin' OG, on me
I be high as hell, f**k the police
So sweet, these pussies talkin' but ain't gonna do sh*t
Get my clip so blessed and my bullets so holy
Ya know me
Welcome to the mind of a killa
Crazy, psychopathic, dark, cold-hearted n***a
Better watch yo words 'fore a n***a cut your liver
Choppin' off his head, his whole body I deliver
My vision is so grim, but your light is very dim
I'm more shadier than Slim
Up the Glock, let's begin
Teach a lesson, n***a stressin', tryna keep up his depression
Kill yourself, if you testin' I'ma send him to the reverend
My Glock hold all of my blessings
Trust me, b*t*h, I'm never stressin'
Listen close, get the message, I ain't playin', f**k yo session
Count your blessings, I got seventeen bullets and they shiny, too
Hollow-tip bullets and they blowin' like a f**king flute
b*t*h, it is a fluke if you get the upper hand
Fool, better take yo shot 'cause I'm coming back to slaughter you
b*t*h, I am an animal, a cold-blooded cannibal
b*t*hes call me Hannibal
I up a Glock and damage you, b*t*h
