Tru2DaGame Songtext
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Tru2DaGame Songtext
It′s Roland fuckin' Jones pushin′ at your fuckin' door
It's Roland fuckin′ Jones pushin′ at your fuckin' door
True to the game-game, motherfuck the fame-fame
When I hit the graveyard, I′ll be the one the game-game
Skeleton bang-bang, my gun can do the same thing
Gonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin′ in the Range-Range
Body rot, body rot, see yo' silly ass talk a lot
Hop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo′ ass, then I pop the Glock
You're talkin' to a pistol (he chopped like a body shop)
I figured out what could miss you (got popped now went body rot)
The D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S
That′s every day, I drop it off and I evade
I′m out the way, I'm in the shade
I′m twistin' haze, I′m feelin' crazed, my mind is glitchin′ for the blunt smoke
If it's a problem then it's gun smoke
Mask on, trick-or-treat, I′m waitin′ at your front door
TeamSESH DeadBoys
It's Roland fuckin′ Jones pushin′ at your fuckin' door
True to the game-game, motherfuck the fame-fame
When I hit the graveyard, I′ll be the one the game-game
Skeleton bang-bang, my gun can do the same thing
Gonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin′ in the Range-Range
Body rot, body rot, see yo' silly ass talk a lot
Hop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo′ ass, then I pop the Glock
You're talkin' to a pistol (he chopped like a body shop)
I figured out what could miss you (got popped now went body rot)
The D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S
That′s every day, I drop it off and I evade
I′m out the way, I'm in the shade
I′m twistin' haze, I′m feelin' crazed, my mind is glitchin′ for the blunt smoke
If it's a problem then it's gun smoke
Mask on, trick-or-treat, I′m waitin′ at your front door
TeamSESH DeadBoys
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