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Witchouse 40k - NOCTURNAL lyrics

Artist: Witchouse 40k

album: NOCTURNAL


(Aye slide, bitch)
(Look, look!)
(Yuh, yuh)
(Yo, the fuck going on?)
(Double H-M in this bitch)
(Yo, bitch!)
Been knocking at yo' door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin' like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin' cash, go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up, they gon' shoot
Pull off, it's dark, I'm masked again
Blunt smoke turned to ash again
Watch out, watch out, don't worship him
Came up from the mud, arose again
Pa- Pa- Pack up on me, keep a Glock around it
'Bout my business, money on me countin'
From the bottom, came up out the coffin
All these pussies talking, but they never 'bout it
(Blllegh!) Hands on yo' jaw, leave 'em toothless
Keep that Glock on me, knock out his tooth quick
Crop his crew from the picture, they memories fall
When I see 'em, I'm leaving 'em lucid (lucid)
(Blegh!) I been stacking up tall
See that bitch in the room, and she give me good brain like a student
Free all my brothers from outta they cell blocks
I stay protected, no scars, only bruises
Feel like I'm D. Rose, you know that we shoot quick
I'm back in my zone
I keep me a Glock, I'm not moving alone
I come from the block, had to make it up out
Went through hell as a kid
SInce a jit I been grown (been knocking at yo' door)
(Blegh!) Sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin' like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin' cash, go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up, they gon' shoot
Pull off, it's dark, I'm masked again
Blunt smoke turned to ash again
Watch out, watch out, don't worship him
Came up from the mud, arose again
Sitting in the back, put the cash in my backpack
Ascended to the mass, these mathematics subtract that
Doubled up my digits, I'm painting pictures to max that
I been in the city, I been hangin' like a bat, yeah
(I'm just doing what I shouldn't)
Came up from the winter, gettin' money in the summer
I'm just doing what they couldn't
Do it for my brothers
Shout out to my slimy, and my bloody, and my cousins
Get to poppin' molly and the blood start rushing
Listen, came to cope within it
I'm pulling up window tinted
Gang tied, co-signed
I ain't living no limits, from all the Lucy I'm licking
And all the paper I'm ripping, it got me lookin' outside
Wonder where we gone missing
And I'mma pray for the truth
Body in the river, hemoglobin the room
Gotta keep a blicky, it ain't safe on the move
With my dawgs outside, they gon' bark out the coupe
(Blegh!)
Walking with a ghost, Forty coming out the cold
From the bottom of the tomb
Pull up with the gang, four-five in the coffin
Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin' out the coupe
(Wa- Wa- Wa- Wa-)
(Walking with a ghost, Forty coming out the cold)
(From the bottom of the tomb)
(Pull up with the gang, four-five in the coffin)
(Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin' out the coupe)
Been knocking at yo' door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin' like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin' cash, go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up, they gon' shoot
Pull off, it's dark, I'm masked again
Blunt smoke turned to ash again
Watch out, watch out, don't worship him
Came up from the mud, arose again (brrrragh!)

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