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Ramirez - Lil Motorola lyrics

Artist: Ramirez

album: Son Of Serpentine


Hold up, wait a fucking second—let me puff up on a spliff
Thunder striking down, watch 'em bleed just as the bullet's hit
See me making plays in the cut, Motorola flip
Open up the pit and break a motherfuckin' jaw, bitch
Twelve gauge shotty, grey decapitate
I'm that motherfucker you don't want to player hate
I don't lock you with the choppa bitch I'll bust yo' dame
Pussy boy, you best be praying that you don't make mistakes
Let it rain blood, it's a grey fire
Open up my mouth, and you can see the gold slugs
Fuck 12, I ain't postin' bail, let me rot in hell
I can shake the earth, and be the reason that the ocean's swell
Let it be known, you can't fuck with us
Pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
You a pussy motherfucker, someone not to trust
Bitch, I'll pull up with a nina, watch that motherfucker bust
Bitch, I'm on the run from all the cops so watch us lay low
Trigger finger itchin' and I do it for the peso
Drop it off and make it quick when I come through and say so
Stinging like a bumblebee and leave you with a halo
Knockin' off yo block set up shop make yo body flop
Inside the bucket with the chop scopin' out the job
Tearing up the club bring the ruckus boy this shit dont stop
Gripping on the Glock, pickin' locks watch a pussy drop
In the head, the walking dead
Fuck all the feds, feed 'em lead
Paint your ass red, leave me to death
I'll watch you dread, take your last breathe
Under my shed is where you rest
One to the chest, I'm not too test
Bitch, I caution its the walking corpse right out the coffin
And we mobbin', loadin' up the Glock, proceed to robbin'
And you dodgin', but these bullets coming ain't no stoppin'
You flodgin', punk ass motherfucker meet the rocket

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