Bawal Clan - Wuts Rly Gud Şarkı Sözleri

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Point out, shoot
My dick touch da roof
Since I was little jit
I been around dem goons

I'm with the shits shits shits
I'm with yo bitch bitch bitch
You won't be missed missed missed
When you get hit hit hit
I'm posted up in makati
Ain't pullin up in no rari
My bitch she lookin like barbie
Expensive taste calamari
Ang dami kong nalalaman
Na di mo kailangan malaman
Pasa mo sakin halaman
At ang mga kaalaman
Pare di mo ko kalaban
Ikaw ay aking sasamahan
Ikaw ay aking sasamahan
Papunta sa kalawakan

Crosshair locked finger on trigger and ready to pop
Syllables syllables sending em shots
Reel em in reel em in wait for the drop
Killin em killin em I cannot stop ugh
Hit em man right on the dot ugh
Throwing that head in a box
Playboy I'm higher than bunnies with hops
Gimme the guap truth is been giving this all that I got
I don't got a lot but you hear the splash when I'm taking the shot
Boy you can't deny it these fingers is hot
Team staying on top, gutter to gutter within every block
The cream of the crop, we watching the clock, never gon flop
Hand me the rock and I'm making it knock ugh

Pass it, ash it
My mind doin gymnastics
Brain cells stack these band widths
Stretch cash flow, benjies elastic
Dead prez in a card o' plastic
Commas collectin caskets
Poon, moolah, chiba, plus x
That's simple mathematics


Vernacular be superb
Indulging in the finest herb
Never trust no lying bird
Motherfuck what ya heard
They shittin on your worth
Then come round when this shit work
Your food for the worms
Put em in the dirt
Go pop pop pop
Firing them shots
Bodies on their roster drop
In the name of hip hop

Fire burnin really hot
Got dat blue flame
Finna run up in yo spot
Wid dat boom thang
Yeah a nigga want a lot
Gimme mood swings
Hit a nigga at his spot
Wid a mood ring
Bling blaow bing brrr
Bobby buchay
Finna cop an iced chain
Like gucci
Yeah a nigga down to ride
Where do you stay?
Yeah a nigga down to ride
Where do you stay?
Got a lotta demons
Runnin in my fuckin mental
Since a lil youngin
I been thuggin heavy metal
Gotta carry weight
I learn to balance all my levels
Pussy nigga
You ain't even on my fuckin level
I don't see no time
Too many diamonds on my bezel
You ain't really shit
Ain't got no space up in my mental
Ain't no fuckin wimme or da team
We heavy metal
Leave yo body in da mud
Wid all deez bloody petals