Rorsha'h - Operation Rap Storm | Текст песни

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• Rorsha'h
• Operation Rap Storm

My souljas in da trucks, helicopters cut the air
Theire lifes are on close call, hide yourself or pray
I wear usually Colambia but it’s time of camo jacket
Show me these cool mc‘s ur bitches will be wrecked!
My rap is Predator- Rocket, ur flows are like Nutella
Tryna be like a lion, but still more like Cinderella
Acting like a trap kings, but need to do some homework
Drinkin codayne in clips, but get money for a blowjob
My M-16 is ready, all their flows are’nt pretty
Gold dress watch on hand so call me mr. Versetti
I don’t wear sheat from Ghucci, i’am tired of palace clothes
Sadboys bitches suck with panamas in roses
I drive my BMW slow, their Schumachers just watching
DSVE is like a Death Row, money and rocking
Bags on the desk, i got bullets in pockets
Popcorn at my cost for all, so let’s get it started!

My Jordan‘s are my army boots, fuck their pumped up kicks
I remember all my flows by heart, but can’t stop to steal beats
Put ur bomber jacket on, we will walkin trough hip hop story
Make ur mic and tep deck on, it’s time to refresh the Glory
They sayin they have hype and style, but I’am sick up about it
Becouse their flows are not the things, of which we could be proud it
Keep on wearing Supreme clothes and stealin style of other rappers
Everybody will soon know bless me that you’re just subtrappers
My song is combat Rap-storm, i’am keeping on fire
Their business will be broken like Roman Empire
I’am the new trand, dummy’s , so back off my way
With all of ur make-up bitches i make regular date
I have a dream to climb in the mountains, mountains of money
But I need to destroy beehive, if want to get honey
And if we talkin about rap game, i will playin single
Say hello to my little friend, Glock trigger with my finger.


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