Syko #BrooklynBloodPop
- Премьера состоялась: 26-08-2022, 13:15
- Качество: 128 kbps
- Категория: Казахские песни
- Загрузка трека: 21
- Антивирус: проверен
- Размер трека : 2,24 MB
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Текст песни - Syko - #BrooklynBloodPop
POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
Cover fire
I need a rumor
You’re a school shooter!
A problematic desire
I’m just a gun with the hire
Pop your skull and your tires
I want your feeling & everything in your fiber
Uh!uhuh!uh!
Munchin’, popping on bubblegum
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I am I in love
Or Am I off the drugs
Your girl say I fuck like a thug
She wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car make me race
Suicides in my state
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge
Throwing knife like pick your fight
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride
Ya bitch, There’s ones pick up your sight!
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh
I can never do right in your mind
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world!
Live off you like matter
MP5 like scatter
Blood just Leaves me staggered
Got 12 on me
Won’t let me be
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth
I see her face I’m like “omg”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk talk but you won’t beat me
Cover fire
I need a rumor
I’m just cooler
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
Cover fire
I need a rumor
You’re a school shooter!
A problematic desire
I’m just a gun with the hire
Pop your skull and your tires
I want your feeling & everything in your fiber
Uh!uhuh!uh!
Munchin’, popping on bubblegum
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I am I in love
Or Am I off the drugs
Your girl say I fuck like a thug
She wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car make me race
Suicides in my state
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge
Throwing knife like pick your fight
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride
Ya bitch, There’s ones pick up your sight!
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh
I can never do right in your mind
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world!
Live off you like matter
MP5 like scatter
Blood just Leaves me staggered
Got 12 on me
Won’t let me be
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth
I see her face I’m like “omg”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk talk but you won’t beat me
Cover fire
I need a rumor
I’m just cooler
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