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unbreakable - big kash (dr) lyrics

[intro]
many, many, many, many, many men
wish death upon me
lord i don’t cry no more
i don’t look to the sky no more
i don’t look up to the sky no more (oooo)

[verse 1]
who wana war with the king
send addy i’ll put em to sleep (ah)
still recovering from my wounds
when i’m better 1 out ima creep
these p*ssy lads try stop my cheddar tried a headshot i move it hit the leather
mr 22 you can’t afford berettas
straight through that park i’m the best under pressure (bang)
f*ck your gang all you hooligans can get lit
i’m in never land playing with the kids coz all they ever do is talk sh*t
pick a park and i’ll murder you
you try and murder me you need 100 pеople
all the new gеn full of virgins
shoot your mothers crib until you get the picture bang i got the drop
boy you already know i’m on my sh*t
these kids talking they all barking till of there family get shot
on the internet they flapping gums till old matey gets got
you should of stayed in church until you made the choice to come play around on my block
p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy
tell me who’s the motherf*ckin little rookie
dismantled a gang with just straight facts and now whole country know there p*ssy
my hitters lurkin they don’t need no purpose
you’ll get hit like me but get out under surface
whole cl!ck swerving
58 nervous straight hit ups b*tch like i’m burgess
[chorus]
revenge is like the sweetest joy b*tch i thought i told you (i thought i told you)
these n*ggas be talking and tripping i’m with burner ima fold you (yeah yeah yeah)
these n*ggas been talking for way to long (way to long)
now listen the words of the song
listen the words of the song (grrrrrrr)
gang, gang, gang, gang
pull up 1 out f*ck a gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
pull up 1 out f*ck a gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
pull up 1 out f*ck a gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
dollar, dollar, dollar gang

[verse 2]
gang, gang, gang, gang
pull up ballied followed by the bang
free s2f up out the chain gang lapping yards hearts full of pain
they claiming my city but i’m here to test all the sh*t that your spitting you hide behind c*nts with the guns and the money them lads are finished i’m already winning
murder it failed they panicking
blind motherf*ckers that gun who was aiming it
pull up and pull out you freeze like a manikin
boys are all p*ssy we all know ya faking it
this gun be pumping these youngems like it was express posted from the vatican
judge, jury and executioner court on the street my lad ain’t having that
50 packs get the strap (ah)
p*ssy boy little we know his gona rat
on the block 20 years serving rack
my drivers upstate serving packs
your whole cliques full of ‘erchers
hearts full of fear but a man on the surface
drop a brick it’s automatic
36 turn to 72 when it’s purchased
pull up and i’m dumping the clip
hit soul on the cyph they about to go murder
i’m the king of b*tch
laps around your crib now mans body’s turn purple
life flash before when that chamber jerkin and the back of the pistol start burning
opp body drop like a b*tch on c*ck now ya whole cl!ck straight nervous
[outro]
tell me why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and me

- big kash dr lyrics

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