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yummy (the gangster disciple's intro) - bishop black gordon lyrics

preacher step to the altar
the altar
dreams
ain’t got nothing to offer
as soon as i bleed
you’ll end up in a coffin
they say my drugs clean
ay yo bish man you awesome

nairobi city, n*gga
yo it’s a war on drugs. it’s a war on thugs
n*ggas pass b*tches like relay it’s a war on love
it’s a war on plugs man we can war on subs
they say my album been on delay
it’s a war on cuz
don’t make me rob your favourite dj
leave the floor all bl**dy
n*ggas wanna be some b*tches, wear they clothes like cudi

y’all n*ggas funny
all this sh*t ain’t making sense
last n*gga i knew was real
he was shot in a benz
young n*gga shotting the meds
and your ho done passed out
i gave that b*tch a line
so she wouldn’t black out on me
don’t make a sound homie
i make it loud homie
you f*ck around i pop a round in your ass

look i’m just trying to get cash
get the hoes up in my city
b*tches feel me like diddy
dem n*ggas fear me like fifty
undefeated like biggy
she tell me cum on her titties
she suck me off
she drive me nuts
i can’t believe that
this could be a n*gga crush

d*mn
nairobi city! n*gga

preacher step to the altar
the altar
dreams

ain’t got nothing to offer
as soon as i bleed
you’ll end up in a coffin
they say my drugs clean
ay yo bish man, you awesome

n*gga, so what you went to school with kahush
me, i was out in the stu’, yeah with kus
sippin’ booze and burnin’ zoots
n*gga could have hit a line or two
if i wasn’t there
i was out selling that food
yeah, that foo, the type to give your shawty a flu
yeah, everybody know that bishop got the juice
n*ggas tryna get some hunnies
i was tryna get the loot
hit a n*gga with a taser or two
i want the mu
put a n*gga in a s mercedes classic coupe
or sedan
n*gga, d*mn
wasn’t you the one that started rappin
trappin up at dam, lang’ata estate
that’s the hood
yeah, that’s my f*ckin’ base
couple mistakes, i was a fool
i could have caught a case
17 was my age
at 23, i got no time to waste
i’m spitting lines, this my fight of faith
n*gga
don’t come to nairobi
without no styrofoam
microphone, hitter like hitler
i’m in the tiger’s dome

don’t come to nairobi, yeah, yeah
don’t come to nairobi, yeah, yeah

yeah, rest in peace to yummy man
they divide and conquer so we can’t prosper
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- bishop black gordon lyrics

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