Conejo - I Sold My Soul | Текст песни

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conejo
i sold my soul
YOU KNOW IT'S ON BOY ( bitch ass slow pain )
LIKE IT'S BABYLON
AND WE'S CARRY ON
LIKE THE PENTAGON
WITH TEFLON DOG
IM IN BLACK YUKON
ESCAPE OVERNIGHT
LIKE'S IM PAPILLON ( devils island )
ESE COMMITED RIGHT NOW ( active harpys gang member for life )
IM STILL THROWING UP SIGNS
CONTERFIT ASS RAPPERS
THEY GET WACKNESS FINES ( taxed or robbed )
IM KING LIKE BITCHES
AND MY WINGS IS LIKE
A FUCKEN ALQUEDA
WITH TWO K'S AT HIEGHT ( 2 ak47's )
I STAY BOSSING HOMIE
MURDER WEAPONS IM TOSSING
I SHOT YOU WITH THE SIG
AT THE RAILROAD CROSSING
IM LOST IN FOOL
THE SYSTEM HUSTLING
IN ALL WHITE BRONCO
OUT THE WINDOW BUSTING
EMPTY CLIPS ON THESE FOOLS
CAUSE THEY BITE NO SHAME
AND THEY CLAIM THAT THEY KILLING
BUT THEY FEAR MY NAME ( low profile records )
I WANT EM BURRIED
IN A PET CEMATARY
LIL HEADS ON THE BLOCK
KILL AND MOVE THEY READY

hook 8 bars
I SOLD MY SOUL
FOR AN AMOUNT NOT TOLD
BECAME A HITMAN
PUT SOME HOLES IN YOUR CLOTHES
DEAD BODYS
FOUND DECOMPOSED
EVEN HOODRAT BITCHES
SNITCH ONCE AND THEY GONE
I SOLD MY SOUL - HOMIE
YOU KNOW THE PRICE
TEMPT A MUTHAFUCKER
AND IM AS COLD AS ICE
I ROLL THE DICE
AND WATCH THE PITBULLS FIGHT
THEN I FEED THE SMITH & WESSON
FOR SOME KILLS TONIGHT

verse two 16 bars
28 OUT TO SMOKE EM
ONE A DAY GET HIT
CAUSE WE ROLL UP WITH THEM CHOPPERS
AND SPRAY THEM PRIX
LYRICALLY
I SAID I CANT BE DEALT ( chicano rap king )
CAUSE I NEVER GAVE A SHIT
AND I KEPT MY STEALTH
IM IN A GETAWAY CAR
ON MY WAY TO VEGAS
SNIFFING SOME COKE
THE FUCKEN PIGS CANT FADE US
HOLD UP
CAUSE IM A FUCK THESE HOES
DISINTERGRATE THESE MIC'S
RABBIT LOC'D IT'S YOURS
COLD CHILLEN
ESE JUST WAITING TO STRIKE
TWO FIVE T LOC'S
ESE BOUND TO TAKE FLIGHT
IM SICK RIGHT
KILLING SUCKERS ON SIGHT ( it's what they saying )
FUCK A DOPEFIENDS PIPE
WE FLIPPING BIRDS TONIGHT
WE OUT OF STATE
THAT HARPYS GANG CARTEL
ESE GOT SHIT SOWED
LOOKING LIKE IT SNOWED
BOLIVIAN
ACCEPT POUNDS AND YENS
CAUSE THESE BIRDS FLY EAST ( 17-5 for a kilo of cocaine in chi-town )
TO ENEMYS AND FRIENDS

hook 8 bars
I SOLD MY SOUL
FOR AN AMOUNT NOT TOLD
BECAME A HITMAN
PUT SOME HOLES IN YOUR CLOTHES
DEAD BODYS
FOUND DECOMPOSED
EVEN HOODRAT BITCHES
SNITCH ONCE AND THEY GONE
I SOLD MY SOUL - HOMIE
YOU KNOW THE PRICE
TEMPT A MUTHAFUCKER
AND IM AS COLD AS ICE
I ROLL THE DICE
AND WATCH THE PITBULLS FIGHT
THEN I FEED THE SMITH & WESSON
FOR SOME KILLS TONIGHT

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