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Ocho the Bullet - Styx lyrics

Artist: Ocho the Bullet

album: Games 4 Angels


Sneakin on me you get snuck
Lahat kayo pussy, you all gettin fucked
I'm about my bread like my dad was a duck
Angry as ever, my blood pressure up
Roll down the window and tell em "wassup?"
Deep in the city we running amok
I'm coming for blood if we keep it a Buck
9 on my hip and im keepin it tucked
Sneakin on me you get snuck
Lahat kayo pussy, you all gettin fucked
I'm about my bread like my dad was a duck
Angry as ever, my blood pressure up
Roll down the window and tell em "wassup?"
Deep in the city we running amok
Im coming for blood if we keep it a Buck
9 on my hip and im keepin it tucked
Yo sister a dumbass
Yo brother a snitch
Yo mama a puta
Yo daddy a bitch
You swung on the boy but you cant make me flinch
Its green on my mind like I think of the grinch
My foot on the pedal and im about to floor it
My spirit be loud so you cannot ignore it
Batang maynila, my blood is imported
But born in the bay, no I am not a tourist
Was born in a circle pit deep in the Forest
Deep as a bitch
Deep in the jungle
Deep in the styx
Deep in the rumble
Deep in the mix, never been humble
Triple the six, triple the spirit
Heart of a lion, I know that you hear it
Death in my area, how could I fear it?
Days in the rear view, all gettin near it
Off of a tab and it took me to tempe
Ocho y bala the "e" stand for "empty"
Say they dont like me but aint ever met me
I ain't kill nobody yet, but do not tempt me
I talk all my shit when im gone off the empi
I talk all my shit when im gone off the gas
Days goin fast
You do the math
Stay off the path, and keep off the grass
Sneakin on me you get snuck
Lahat kayo pussy, you all gettin fucked
I'm about my bread like my dad was a duck
Angry as ever, my blood pressure up
Roll down the window and tell em "wassup?"
Deep in the city we running amok
I'm coming for blood if we keep it a Buck
9 on my hip and im keepin it tucked
Sneakin on me you get snuck
Lahat kayo pussy, you all gettin fucked
I'm about my bread like my dad was a duck
Angry as ever, my blood pressure up
Roll down the window and tell em "wassup?"
Deep in the city we running amok
I'm coming for blood if we keep it a Buck
9 on my hip and im keepin it tucked

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