33rd Blakk Glass

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Yeah
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 Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
 Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
 Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
 Proceed like sorry, not sorry
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Look I'm like Bob the Builder bitch, with the big tool
 30 hanging out, like niggas used to skip school
 R.I.P. Woozy, I'm the nigga you can live through
 Yeah, big blood, with his motherfucking wrist blue
 Shell popping through the mouth, he can send the bricks too
 Got an addy for the touchdown, when I get through
 Pussy boy, kill that noise
 All that bull, get who?
 Listen you a bitch, little nigga, I'm a pit bull
 Drop a location, pull up on him, check his temperature
 'Cause when we bump heads, make sure you got that energy
 I'ma leave the punks dead, pouring out the Hennessy
 Niggas in the trunk dead, niggas can't remember me
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 And fade away
 Into the rain
 Don't entertain
 What they cannot relate
 Little black mask, addicted to selling dime sacks
 Pedal down fast, I'm speeding, can't take my time back
 If you ride with 'em, then go ahead and die with 'em
 You was happy 'til you against me
 Came to the conclusion that you hiding from shit
 Because ya' mans mysteriously be dying and shit
 And that revenge, y'all niggas ain't never take none
 Dead friends, that's why I never make none
 Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
 Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
 Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
 Proceed like sorry, not sorry
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 
 Yeah
 ♪
 Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
 Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
 Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
 Proceed like sorry, not sorry
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Look I'm like Bob the Builder bitch, with the big tool
 30 hanging out, like niggas used to skip school
 R.I.P. Woozy, I'm the nigga you can live through
 Yeah, big blood, with his motherfucking wrist blue
 Shell popping through the mouth, he can send the bricks too
 Got an addy for the touchdown, when I get through
 Pussy boy, kill that noise
 All that bull, get who?
 Listen you a bitch, little nigga, I'm a pit bull
 Drop a location, pull up on him, check his temperature
 'Cause when we bump heads, make sure you got that energy
 I'ma leave the punks dead, pouring out the Hennessy
 Niggas in the trunk dead, niggas can't remember me
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 And fade away
 Into the rain
 Don't entertain
 What they cannot relate
 Little black mask, addicted to selling dime sacks
 Pedal down fast, I'm speeding, can't take my time back
 If you ride with 'em, then go ahead and die with 'em
 You was happy 'til you against me
 Came to the conclusion that you hiding from shit
 Because ya' mans mysteriously be dying and shit
 And that revenge, y'all niggas ain't never take none
 Dead friends, that's why I never make none
 Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
 Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
 Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
 Proceed like sorry, not sorry
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
 All out war till you get it called off
 

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02:30
Tempo
113 BPM

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