Cell games текст песни
Обновлено: 13.11.2024
Sadzilla, Santos Santana, Prompto, B-Train, Blake Basic, Drugsta
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I decided to hold a very special martial arts tournament Hahahahaha And it shall be called. Cell Games
He look at me like he got sharingan (Sharingan) I′ma pull back, yeah charge that hadoken Meet me in the backyard I don't play games, yeah It′s a tournament arc Call that cell games, whoop Kamehameha I got some the big balls Charge my spirit bomb Turning yo bitch on Like a light switch Water in the ditch I don't wanna hitch Leave that shit to will smith I do not miss I'm a fucking medabot with a kabuto medal (Whoop) You don′t wanna fight yeah, you just wanna settle, uh Cop a mask made of metal, Call me daddy, I call his uncle the devil, uh It′s that metal trap melisha Yo bitch named patricia I don't mean to diss ya But my bitch name medusa She just wanna kiss ya′ She like when I diss ya' We both gonna miss ya′ Better watch out Bitch I kill these fools like cucaracha Bust ya Bitch I'm smoking ganja like it′s nada Faster When I pull the trigger, I'm like sonic, mmh Bitch I'm on codeine, no isotonic (Ah-ah) Now the bullet in yo body (In yo body) I can hear you scream, but I ain′t sorry (I ain′t sorry) Shorty going crazy, she on molly (She on molly) Jaw locked looking like a zombie It's tha tec nina Drug dealer Young hitta Yung killa Fast trigger, yeah (Santos on tha block) Santos on tha block, no Glock, issa tec, hoe Yeah, one v one, hope you′re ready for a fist fight Hit you with a quick scope, jab him with the left, right Take a step back and I'm screaming, boutta take flight Holding all aggression, eyes white, Taking out your lights (Night, night) Night See the sun, it went "Bye, bye" (Bye) I′m the one, think about it Get some insight (Yeah) Blast on these fuckers, they won't last through the ruckus (Nah) I′ma spazz through these suckas, final flash duck and cover Like king of all sayians God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man) If you got a hot bitch, I′ma flip her in a pan (In a pan) No gt or pg, yeah, I′m just being me (Being me) Got the red ribbon, you can call me Android 13 Hello Zukerburg? I think I need a thumbs up If not then I'll probably hit your ass with a nun chuck Pull up to the party and your girl is looking star struck Thinking that I′m trash but my girl has a dump truck How'd I make it this far? I guess that it was dumb luck Train gang in this bitch and I think I need me 6 sluts If you acting salty, then my shotty got some fat slugs If you′re girl looking asian, come give me a backrub I just won the cell games Now I'm leveled up, yeah She give me a sad face But she wanna fuck I just had a bad day Now I′m having luck Found four roaches in my ashtray Now I got a blunt I take shots but don't need no vest Why these bitches wanna talk, why they sending me threats? Now I'm on top, yeah I′m up next I′m getting that guap, but I don't need no friends Bitches be cops, yeah they all pretend I will not stop ′till I'm finally dead Getting that money, don′t fuck with the fakes Shit isn't funny, so stay out the way I got a honey, I fuck on her face She a snow bunny, she gimme that cake Run up or stay out the way Run up on us and you catchin′ a fade Big mistake, we don't trust no lames We won the game and we don't even play Yeah, aye, we ain′t the same You know the name and you know that we paid, bitch Aye, coming up to quick in person To silence all the seprents, yuh (Whu) I been inside, closed curtains, just waiting ′til I can surface, yuh Beauty in all of the verses, the words the way I curve 'em, yuh Usually find that the worst of me is bursting free on the verses Ya, we drove to Pennsylvania with like fourth sheets of acid Prolly′ thirty fuckin' grand of random drugs inside the back and Would of went away for good if they had found all that we packing "Was a creature of the mud just sneezing blood inside a napkin?" I was sniffing fucking dope in my car on the road I had no fucking morals, I was basically a ghost I was honestly alone, dependent on poppin mo′ Demented inside my soul, just headed for somewhere wrong No goals Just a bag of ducking dope Up it goes Bitch I go slo' mo′ Bloody nose Bitch, I got a bloody nose Lambs blood on my fence, I'm American
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