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Текст песни Wu-Syndicate - Muzzle Toe

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Intro:Keep your plans on the lowJust another chamber, the swarmRoll dark and deep, Bobby DigitalWu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicateBe Born, Daddy-O, what up Math?Mickey Mirrors, true blessingsFor what, X EraTakin it to the clear this year{Myalansky}Faggots nervous but it`s time to dance with night strangersTop rap don, cuz Daddy-O got me the dice gameIt`s reg or not, pockets love Trump DonaldPack your work, move your plans to VAHeat on the lock collarBite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you98, wait, service applead, rated top dollarEscape jake fakin plot alot hotterFake snakes smilin right in your facePlay this a lot smarter{Joe Mafia}Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain danceWe the same cats blazing your labWu-Capone with a love jones, watch me sonGlobal with the local cats that`s known trifted in the hell zonePolitic, modern Gotti click, Just a matter of time before till Wu-Syndicate lock shitHow you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobsterJoe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars{Myalansky}Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how`s niceRule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew houseDrink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool outRollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty school outFirst of all, for the record, Scarface jail catsCultured by stretch it but name it, rather socializeEyes never lies, these guys tell me throwing forty Cali`s stainlessCuz these empty slugs spit pain, killer{Joe Mafia}Wylin on parole, so been on his rockAnd Donny race spot it`s way hotSon of a spray lockThem mistress said it grazed his neckCollapsing over bar rooms, holding his woundsYo what the fuck can it take?Brokin glass fallin all on my headHead ringin like Cyrus from bitches screaminBlood on my leg{Myalansky}Let me catch my breath glock appraise meFeds chase me, toared my jabogs as I hopped the fenceBlood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off RemiEven run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don`t letthe clown kill meHigh beam helicopter light flash through the blindCousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man`s eyeCall down ya kids, smack the screamin bitchYo relax Myalansky, word it`s that teeny snitch{Joe Mafia}What`s the purpose, allerkin this search, street merchandistSupeen service, here`s dirt to cause the turbulenceWith lip service, scape jay, down rob handcuff plant to his handThe purchase of the yae yo, take a make though, it`s blood moneyKeep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low moneyWithout a clue of what I wen`t throughPlus been through, stressing the issueShell shocked, hidin the pistol{Myalansky}The next chapter from the Brooklyn CriminologyShould of bought my life in the business, catchin ??We felony, keep tellin these cats get Bills like BellamyEmpires get hit for their chips, you just follow meGravity, Myalansky, nigga fancy, how real this could get when you`re brokePlatinum down please, my fam scheme, fuck the po-poSayin `do, Daddy-O, Joe Mafia, T-Bone, Make Corleone rush like Phat Farm strong armin withmax chromeCats know runnin the spot, claimin they clap thoughKidnap though, thrown to the hostage, I know this cat knewSnap though, leavin them duct taped, glory was cancelledIt`s pinzo, eleven o channel cut off his leg slowHe begged though, continued to throw it without infoWaterd down niggas be frontin, obviously bitch missed since 6 gradePlottin on niggas, shinin their rich waysGet switch bladed, bodies found decomposed, throwed in the ditch graveMoms can`t identify shit, was there for six weeksWith blood money, frontin out stick`s peedQuick way, fuck all the talkin this what my click sayThem bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced{Joe Mafia}I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticksOn hell with this shit, sometimes I feel but I`m trapped in itThe x to the, amongst the projects with bang shootersHard rocks, skippin school to get their brains buddha`dLame chicks, filthy ass fiends to want the same vicksStick up cats, robbin for name kicksGame flicks with low foodaI`m forced to blast on these street soldiers with cold shouldersIt`s hard god metafogicsRumbled in the concrete jungle to stay humbleMake my brain tumble, rainin cocaine and rain bubblesFucking jiggy, we doin it lowStay pissy, sippin g, straight henny gettin bussy with Wu-SynnyIn the small city, either walk straight, chop weightHeads talkin to much, sending my niggas upstateIll fate, S U double F o to get shot alive what the F Of o, f o, nigga

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