Ask Courtney

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Love hurts, ask Courtney she killed Kurt
 I do a bitch like Sid to Nancy if she cheat on me first
 I'ma get the world's attention 'for I bleed on this earth
 You gon' really get the message if you play this reverse
 Okay lyrical combat fatality, who wanna battle me
 Because I'mma shatter every atom in his whole anatomy
 So instead of me when you stepping closer
 You becoming my enemy for the penalty
 My antennas up sipping the Hennessy
 ♪
 Okay, Christmas list a bad bitch and some better weed
 A new desert E's, 911 with the cherry seats
 Drunk driving, doing 90 down the tunnel
 With the lady gun on my hip
 Bumping Capital Punishment
 Just watch and observe the turbulence from the wordsmith
 You're hardly worth it and it irks me, what's the purpose?
 From the surface I emerge without immersin'
 Momma nurse me, unemployed but not thirsty
 Fresh out of the box, nina a virgin
 Bout to pop a cherry and leave spots on your jersey
 Bitches call me 2Cup Shakur, Hennessy pour
 Weapons you drawing my integrity on
 The thin line between love and hate, kill you
 Smoke a blunt at your wake, see you in hell at the gates
 My sweater shredded like Freddie but that's the way that it's made
 Zombie gang, get the fuck out my face
 The fuck is you say?
 ♪
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Armaggedon
 Never leave home without my weapon
 This song
 Who want one on one with the dead man
 Dem why, why wah get destroyed with dem Kevlar
 Whole team, whole scene, whole thing, getta
 Anything dem a trust, gonna sell off
 Liar tell some boy they mean baylage
 Play your position, we sinners and not sinners
 We always been hot splitters
 We won't if the cops get us
 Speaking of cops, they shot this cop on my block
 He said you know what time it is? I guess he ain't had no watch
 Bitch follow, niggas watch, in the game,
 Hit a spot, for the fame
 Money more than a game than a watch, hit a spot
 On your blog, let me dig up in your pocket
 Let me stack up on your options
 Cancelling your profit
 Got a problem, got a vent
 Got a shot, got a sin
 Gotta rob, gotta spend
 Is it you, is it him?
 Is it us, is it them?
 Wonder how we make amends
 Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
 Got a problem, got a vent
 Got a shot, got a sin
 Gotta rob, gotta spend
 Is it you, is it him?
 Is it us, is it them?
 Wonder how we make amends
 Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 Even keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 
 Love hurts, ask Courtney she killed Kurt
 I do a bitch like Sid to Nancy if she cheat on me first
 I'ma get the world's attention 'for I bleed on this earth
 You gon' really get the message if you play this reverse
 Okay lyrical combat fatality, who wanna battle me
 Because I'mma shatter every atom in his whole anatomy
 So instead of me when you stepping closer
 You becoming my enemy for the penalty
 My antennas up sipping the Hennessy
 ♪
 Okay, Christmas list a bad bitch and some better weed
 A new desert E's, 911 with the cherry seats
 Drunk driving, doing 90 down the tunnel
 With the lady gun on my hip
 Bumping Capital Punishment
 Just watch and observe the turbulence from the wordsmith
 You're hardly worth it and it irks me, what's the purpose?
 From the surface I emerge without immersin'
 Momma nurse me, unemployed but not thirsty
 Fresh out of the box, nina a virgin
 Bout to pop a cherry and leave spots on your jersey
 Bitches call me 2Cup Shakur, Hennessy pour
 Weapons you drawing my integrity on
 The thin line between love and hate, kill you
 Smoke a blunt at your wake, see you in hell at the gates
 My sweater shredded like Freddie but that's the way that it's made
 Zombie gang, get the fuck out my face
 The fuck is you say?
 ♪
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Armaggedon
 Never leave home without my weapon
 This song
 Who want one on one with the dead man
 Dem why, why wah get destroyed with dem Kevlar
 Whole team, whole scene, whole thing, getta
 Anything dem a trust, gonna sell off
 Liar tell some boy they mean baylage
 Play your position, we sinners and not sinners
 We always been hot splitters
 We won't if the cops get us
 Speaking of cops, they shot this cop on my block
 He said you know what time it is? I guess he ain't had no watch
 Bitch follow, niggas watch, in the game,
 Hit a spot, for the fame
 Money more than a game than a watch, hit a spot
 On your blog, let me dig up in your pocket
 Let me stack up on your options
 Cancelling your profit
 Got a problem, got a vent
 Got a shot, got a sin
 Gotta rob, gotta spend
 Is it you, is it him?
 Is it us, is it them?
 Wonder how we make amends
 Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
 Got a problem, got a vent
 Got a shot, got a sin
 Gotta rob, gotta spend
 Is it you, is it him?
 Is it us, is it them?
 Wonder how we make amends
 Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 Even keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 Y'all play bang-bang
 This a army run up on you
 Insufficient when I get you
 You can keep the pistol on you
 Hit the call, it's my dog
 Army made official on you
 Name brand, god damn
 Whole thang glisten on you
 

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Duration
03:03
Key
10
Tempo
100 BPM

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