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Mac - Paradise Şarkı Sözleri
yeah i got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch so you know its all about that world war 3 nigga you feel me nigga haha my nigga sam my nigga popeye shout out to my nigga bi-geezy you off in this bitch feel it chorus: (popeye) my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive verse 1 (sam) : intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink the pack we don´t want it lead to unknowns like understanding life and why we here and some gone i´m mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways the narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows i spit to keep the real alive to have tommorow murderer slash real nigga slash ghetto celebrity to often have life and death we hope to never see the destiny of what´s real is my fate to not hate confusion keep unfolding that the migrates, my lord tech to my face, flinching is forbiddin murder in self-defense, can you blame me for living? keep the real alive, the fake get famous with death keep the real seen, bitch niggas are laid to rest chorus: (popeye) my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive verse 2: (popeye) : faster between the streets i held on promoted through pistols and either elsewhere silent and helped to hold on for killer that said a self-prayer to walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the sword behind the tents i mean be riding cars standing off the roof of a killer, to murder made life focused than any president living that carry shade ice that live amongst the fallen few, to walk away the day they calling you and freeze the heat when they come crawling through breathing from the top of it´s lungs, tommorow it will shut down niggas that held a piece of my heart they never let down was yet to come before the lord, i thought my father supposed to show the card, these niggas camaflouge to blow the gaurd making me a part of the wind, suspend will now hell everything operated in time to end when i fail beside the walls of badder shit, i run the streets and chose to stan and spit behind the gate the hater grabbin´ pit chorus: (popeye) my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive my future, my focus, paradise criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice and if i got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive i keep the real motherfuckers alive verse 3 (mac) : now check it now spill on my proverbs, i bless you, you bless the next niggas its for the best niggas believe me they say money is the root of all evil i say only when it´s in the clutch of the wrong people ya feel that if murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rules you lose your cool then you lose your shoes to every nigga in the struggle with big dreams we was born with the hustle in my genes, i know it seams like we forbiddin forced in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuits with alittle jelly for my lil belly, that i just can´t fill cause moma belly make the bills and i know shit´s real, when we go to school just to eat meals and for dinner we got sleep nigga, it´s deep nigga with that you got that whole world against ya bitch ass nigga have you forgoten god sent ya whoaaaaaa |
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