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Brotha Lynch Hung
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Black Market
I put my hands in my pocket They jingle cause they full of change And sometimes being broke make your father straight But I got a better grip on myself So I avoid being played short like an elf Bust a side bust her in the head Then watch all of y'all come runnin out scared I'm tryin to stack the grips that don't let me hit this dick Cause if I hit this dick I'm a shoot me a bitch Fuck it, bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came I'm settin up shop for the black market So if I aim at your mark ass you a target Told you that I come, but I came insane Though I'm play still killas scramblin the niggas brains If you gotta go we gotta go I like the 6'4 I'm pullin GTA's it ain't yours no more Then I tell em to strip it down and leave nothing but the frame Then I'm gon' sell my cousin the gold thangs Cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack More money more money for black market
We on the black market, yeah [x3]
Creepin, move what's with us in the dark There ain't no stoppin once a nigga start It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days Under the moon is where I was born and raised And doomed for life, there ain't no daylight I lvoe it murderin mothafuckas in the night And deuced up ready to make his mark underground target Hooked up with black market Shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and PIT Platinum, Mr rR Lynch Hung We do yo ass in good just for fun 15 hitchs in yo ass bitch Take it and love it but I ain't talkin bout no dick 14 suns and moons somthin you can assume That on the 15th marks my day for doom Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions Eat clips and trip if I catch you fuckin with my grip You find your ass dead in a graveyard And I'm a continue on my way
Well if you see me chewin baby guts low Would ya choke I vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat Peep me eatin dead cot u trip cause eatin dead pussy clit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I make ya sick but it's that season so my reason is legit I'm havin fits, I dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since I was 6 I fiend for dead pussy on my dick I got dust and I don't give a fuck about yo biatch That nigga that's from the block killin up that cock so nigga... shiat Baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh Don't make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts Get ate out like a day and crooked teeth hurt I pulled that tampax string out and straight could'ntwork It wouldn't work without that sicc So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit And have you murderin your bitch violently I've been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla It's that empty killa Ain't the bitch mr doc D double O M In hella heat Niggas I'm gone, I need another dose of human meat I lift the creed, and black market death by the scene As that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to get ya in yo sleep
We on the black market yeahh [x3]
You let yo eyes upon my fo-fo And notice every curve and my strap As the tears roll down Flash of life as you fade to black If that gat wasn't all up in yo face Reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith Replaced, take it down to the south Get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family It's kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick And what's worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah! Never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand Back with the fo-fo mag! That niggas life won't last Keep listening while I gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat Dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke No joke I'm safe from pain all day All I'm askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange One to the brain in the throat, out the skull From the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself Now ya niggas know One more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr death Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market Death murder when they suck a big dick
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