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Chip & Shatter - Live Version Subtry
Warlord Colossus
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Look up, we havin' the smoke
Rippin' that seven, that gun in my coat
Carry that nine millimeter
You never gon' head for the rope
But I'm never gon' step on the coat, woah
Demons, they play with the dose
Leave 'em in trenches and battle you ghosts
I see a drone, boom, make 'em scatter
I'm droppin' a nade and that gon' make 'em choke
Ooh, ayy (Let's go)
Misery loves company
Hope on the rent and the cursed
And the charred and the mud of the castle
I took with the armies I smoked
Home with the sovereigns and cloaks and the demons of both
Battle my demons in trenches and slopes
With the glean of my scopes
And the ordinance hit from the heavens of hosts
Playin' the mind when it's weighin' a lot
Back of the whip got me prayin' to God
I love this shorty, she good for me
Chain by the owner, I'm fucked up, I'm hittin' this loud
She gettin' her mind for me, workin' it off
She hold my gun for me, lickin' it off
Go to the devil, he call me a god
And she grabbin' the rope and she grippin' the
Look up, we havin' the smoke
Rippin' that seven, that gun in my coat
Carry that nine millimeter
You never gon' head for the rope
But I'm never gon' step on the coat
Look up, we havin' the smoke
Rippin' that seven, that gun in my coat
Carry that nine millimeter
You never gon' head for the rope
But I'm never gon' step on the coat
Playin' the mind when it's weighin' a lot
Back of the whip got me prayin' to God
I love this shorty, she good for me
Chain by the owner, I'm fucked up, I'm hittin' this loud
She gettin' her mind for me, workin' it off
She hold my gun for me, lickin' it off
Go to the devil, he call me a god
And she grabbin' the rope and she grippin' the
Look up, we havin' the smoke
Rippin' that seven, that gun in my coat
Carry that nine millimeter
You never gon' head for the rope
But I'm never gon' step on the coat
Look up, we havin' the smoke
Rippin' that seven, that gun in my coat
Carry that nine millimeter
You never gon' head for the rope
But I'm never gon' step on the coat