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9MM (KURT COBAIN)
GODHANDUSA
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Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out ri-
(GODHAND, motherfucker)
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Wa-wa- watch my 9mm go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang
Wa-wa- watch my 9mm go pow
He got holes in his new white shirt, look like a cow
And we gettin' all this money, all the bitches askin' "how?"
Yeah, you waitin' for that check to hit, we gettin' money now
Doing magic like a wizard
Yeah, I eat that bitch for dessert
They want GODHAND to sign a record deal, but they some lizards
Yeah, I'm sippin' that horchata
Ride around with the yappa
Middle finger to the coppas, and yo bitch call me papa
Wa-wa- watch my 9mm go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang
Na-na-na- na-na-nah, blow his fuckin' brain away
Y-you try-try- you try to escape, it ain't no way
The ha-a- the hand of God, will decide yo fate today
My-my-my 9mm, got the switch, bet it gon' spray-spray-spray-spray
Watch my 9mm with banana clip
I-I-I might not even shoot, he playin' bitch, I smack a bitch, okay
I'm swinging out the roof, I'm pissin' off the residents, okay
I burn that fuckin' flag and kill yo fuckin' president, okay?
Watch yo' 9mm, bet it jam again
I-I'll beat you left, allow me, bitch, you in the slam again
If I can find him, he ain't never gon' see his mans again
I-I-I call up GODHAND, tell me what the fuck the plan again?
Na-na-na- na-na-nah, blow his fuckin' brain away
Y-you try-try- you try to escape, it ain't no way
The ha-a- the hand of God, will decide yo fate today
My-my-my 9mm, got the switch, bet it gon' spray-spray-spray-spray
Wa-wa- watch my 9mm go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang
(Motherfucker)
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
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