Voices Songtext
von Reject da Illest

Fuck the bitch to death nut all on her head stone
(Damn, Machu why′d you have to do 'em like that)

They left me to die I fucked around and died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit, something ain′t right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fuckin pain out I'm done fighting tears


Should′ve dropped Smilla, Mookie told me let that nigga stand
On the web going crazy, bitch you spider man
Every time you see me heat close, I ain′t no fireman
Yo people riding til the wheels
Make the tire bend!
Hate new niggas told Gilla not to let you in
Bitch I shoot better than Gilla you gon die on film
I'm everything you′ll never be bitch die a fan
Anyway, still ain't overdose I′m finna try again
Rap niggas in the booth writing lies again
I ride with blick if they flick I ain't fighting pigs
Stray punch a baby in the face I ain′t fighting kids
Throwing pills back back to back with this hype bitch
Should swipe one of yo hoes and take a hype bitch
Walked in like the big dog seen I was Mike Vick
Came with that little ass gun, why would you buy this?
He want smoke I match like Fenny Kaye and his white bitch
Steady fuckin hoes that sell pussy but don't buy it
She look cute doing coke I might try it
We been fuckin raw but she ain't never gon be my bitch
Road trip 11 hours and she driving, damn

They left me to die I fucked around and died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit, something ain′t right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don′t be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fuckin pain out I'm done fighting tears, bitch

Wop, bitch bitch holdup, holdup bitch
And you know I′m in this bitch dancing, fuck
Dropping on they bitch ass
Bitch let me fuck, but that ain't enough bitch, I need bucks
Hold on, God, got a pill finna pop it
Hold on, gotta die you wanna stop me
Bitch, bitch I′m the trending topic
If she get out of pocket, on the highway she gon be walking
Bitch, and you know I'm in this bitch handsome