ILLFIGHTYOU - GERTRUDE | Текст песни

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[Verse Annotate1: Khris P]
Yo, We taking sips of the devil's piss, twisting up angel's breath
Breathing counters of cotton mouth, cop oxy's and slang again so there it is
I fuck broads and large broads in backyards of allstars
Definition of Khris P
Listen to Ice Cube and spitting the Ice T
Mixed it with light fuel now I'm premium gasoline
93 - I'm whipping it wicked so what's the business?
Big body beeping at bitches cause I can't whistle
You heard it from a distance on how I dis em and ditch em
Allying a dame, no games, treat her tricking
I'm tipping and sipping on lean till my life turns tip
And I'm flipping and sticking these bitches till it shrivel up my dick
It a'int big, but bitches say I work it like a boss
Bought me a choice of chains coordinating when I floss
Now my neck on nectarine for a stone cold summer
3:16 skully on, Bitch I'm stone cold stunting

[Hook] x2
What up Gertrude? I know you heard the news
Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues
Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues
Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues

[Verse 2: EvergreenOne]
Aye, Yo, I murdered out my whip the color of y'all Nutella
Cutting up and a down the block, Suicide bomb Coachella
Get the fuck back I touch stacks crushin' my suit wellin'
Mobbing 30 fucking deep and I'm always Rooting For the villain
Yeah i ride with Ugly Mob and a hillbilly name Billybob
Billy Club a city cop cause that's the fucking shit we on
Please don't take my photo, cause I'm really antisocial
I hate the fucking popo's when I'm ridding dirty, bucking through your streets, bitch
Monster on the beat, goon, goblin, i'mma creep
Punch you in the teeth, got the burner up yelling fuck peace
Its ILLFIGHTYOU stick the blade up inside you
Provide you with real life nightmares for y'all to pray to
I blaze through burn bridges, break booze bottles
Burn stolen rubber on that brand new motorcycle
Hold the rifle tight like I'm rolling blunts so watch your head
ILLFIGHTYOU is the name and I'm sending you lames death threats

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ugly Frank]
Aye, yo, I keep that 40 on me hardly catch me slipping dog
I speak in oragami when that mollly got me twisted
Probably caught me whispring at your bitch and now she missing
Its that nigga pistol packed backpack witcha
Mad black whip him with that black gat lift him up beat hard so that off ripping through his back pack nigga
So cold that I can call in all your bitches know how the fuck you feel me I can hardly fucking feel myself
I keep waking up to bitches that I barely know and Harvey told me \"Nigga, it's no tricking if they barely hoes\"
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, murder, money. I coughed the whip and dawg your bitch is going insure for me
Party in and [?] spilled it on the bitches army boots and turtle necks my clique about the business woah
Dope trouble through my hood coke smuggle throwback hustle you know that Young'em in the struggle was raw
I'm so rough around the edges you ain't fucking with me
Under a buck and 50 brutalize your fucking city
City slick a nigga off then on a come up tumble through your pockets make yo mama do the nun-chuck
Chucky Norris give up his department when i run up
Run up in your castle make your goddess give the cunt up
Runner up some fucking ho was on my nuts i lift my balls and you can hardly pick your tounge up aye look

[Hook]

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