Testo Bayonetta - Witchouse 40k
Testo della canzone Bayonetta (Witchouse 40k), tratta dall'album Blood Bender Mixtape
(HHM)
Yeah
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
(Big guns when I pull up in the night)
Big guns when I pull up in the night time
Glock .9 on my side, with a night sight
Red eyes all my life, I could die alright
Catch me severing the ties of my lifeline
Imma crawl, Imma creep through the pipelines
Drip, drop all the water is cyanide
10 dead, killеd a cop, fuck a white life
Do or die, I don't givе a fuck, call it suicide
Say what
I got devil dogs in the gang, say what
I'm a devil dog in the game, say what
Lay waste, everybody in their graves, say what
10 toes, and a hollow in the face, say what
Always got a mask on the face, uh huh
Trash be the pack, be the gang, uh huh
Doubling the racks in the bank, uh huh
Grr-ba, lay your body and it break, uh huh
Doubling it up, devil in the cut
All my demons on me on the run
Ain't no running up
30 put a hollow in your gut
Now he throwing up
Blicka blocka knocking with the choppa
Rip your city up
Glizzy with a mac
Coming at ya like a task force, bitch
I can go and track your body
Where your passport, bitch?
12 in the front, so I head to the backdoor
50 in your back, lay your body in the Six
Passing through your casket, I'm savage up in the catacombs
I never follow voices, my only guide is a bag of bones
Casting all my sadness, I'm looking past where the shadows go
I'm never feeling sober I'm trying to break out the habit, dog
(Blegh)
I don't got a soul, only gold that gon' rust up
I've been feeling cold, but I swear that the sun up
I been seeing ghosts every time that the sun down
Body in the snow and you about to get stuck up
I don't got a soul, only gold that gon' rust up
I've been feeling cold, but I swear that the sun up
I been seeing ghosts every time that the sun down
Body in the snow and you about to get stuck up
(Big guns when I pull up in the night night)
Big guns when I pull up in the night time
Glock .9 on my side, with a night sight
Red eyes all my life, I could die alright
Catch me severing the ties of my lifeline
Imma crawl, imma creep through the pipelines
Drip, drop all the water is cyanide
10 dead, kill a cop, fuck a white life
Do or die, I don't give a fuck, call it suicide
(Blegh)
Aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
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Writer(s): Logan Carrillo
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