Enduser - Blastin Mothafuckaz | Текст песни

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Run up, run up, run up in yo...
Run up in yo... Crib
Blast yo kids
Call me a dope man
-When we walk by, pussy's start cooking
(shit)

Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven
Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really moves at action, blastin' motherfuckers
Execution fashion
Now who`s the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub 38
It doesn't take much to make me restless
Look at my face...

Who-who-who really, action, blastin' motherfuckers
Execution fashion
Run up, pistol whip you
Execution fashion

Call me a dope man
'Cause I rock dope beats
Run up in [...]
Shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven
Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really moves at action, blastin' motherfuckers
Execution fashion
Now who`s the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll whack you with my snub 38
[?x]

Execution fashion [?x]
Blastin' motherfuckers
[?x]

(Dope beat)

Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this-
Blastin' motherfuckers, execution fashion
[?x]

Call me a dope man
'Cause I rock dope beats
[?x]
Execution fashion
[?x]

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