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Les paroles de Kill a Head
| | | Artiste: | Trick Daddy |
| | Album: | Based on a True Story | | Titre: | Kill a Head | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 82 fois | | | | Paroles: | featuring Buddy Roe
I feel like I'm too hard to die man
I feel like I can't
see faded you know?
I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
I feel like I'm the hardest
nigga to walk the earth and shit
you know what I'm saying?
Blaaah!
Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
I'm busting shots with this glock nigga act
right
You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head
The last bitch got 4
shots to the head
I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
Last breath,
last motherfucking heartbeat.
There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where
So I refuse to shoot a nigga in
his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)
Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x)
Buddy Roe
Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
nevertheless
I'm leaving a mess
Nigga, fuck your chest
Hollow points leaving brains on the
front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps,
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
You coochie niggas
playing with it you gon get shitted
Metro wants to know who did it
Now aint nobody
rapping to the fucking cops
And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA
Kill-a-head and the body dead (4x)
The graveyeard is my home
Tombstones and bones
Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone
Headhunting
is my hobby who the victim be
And who's next on my everyday headless spree
My
gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know
Robbing creeps raping hoez and just
slanging dope
I got my masters in disaster
I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your
hoe mad, your dawg too
I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee
Satisfied to
his ass I had him begging please
I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied
Took
over down there made the devil cry
I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a
trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you
I crash your party kill your bed
smoke some killer man
What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again
Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x
Buddy Roe
I'm paranoid
'cause I'm hearing thangs
Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
You want to
be there for your kids, nigga play with it
It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with
it
So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
Nigga you been naughty
You skipped
town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
My cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
Silly
rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
Rapid-fire from my automatic
You left me stuck so now you out of luck
'Cause you done fucked my credit up
(Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Coochie nigga what fuck another
minute you won't get to spend it
I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head
Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x | | | |
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