Skoloto (feat. Kay da Prince) - DJ General Slam

Grrah-grrah DOA, DOA Like Like, grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Be yourself and stay up in ya lane (lane) Why you runnin'? I ain't even flame Shoot wit' double hands, that's how I got my aim Eli got shot, he walkin' wit' a cane (cane) And Sha Gz keep mentionin' my name (like, huh?) When you see me, nigga, you better flame, like And you said Dougie B gon' get murdered? That's my brother, I'm uppin' that thang DOA, I'ma geek on the track (bitch) EBK, I'ma leave it like that, like (like that) Everything dead, I ain't givin' no dap (bitch) If you ridin' wit' 'em them, then you getting tapped (like, grrah) And they like, "Kay, he kinda cool" (cool) Niggas pussy, nigga, we ain't cool Niggas smokin' wit' niggas who smokin' my mans? That's on bro, I'm uppin' on him too (grrah, grrah) Niggas politickin', they be fake (fake) Wanna talk, then fuck up out my face My chop' getting up, fuck who in the way (like, what?) Get up wit' me if you feel a way Or I get up wit' you nigga, either way (where you at?) Done talkin', bitch it's EBK (like, huh?) 700, bitch, it's DOA When you see me, nigga, word to Blay Speak on the dead, no takin' it back (what?) I be buggin', I'm quick to attack (damn) I can't go out like Lotti or Matt (what?) Keep a pole, brodie told me, "Don't lack" Mula keep shootin', leave 'em on the pavement (baow) I can't talk about that situation Pop me a Perky, got me elevated They like, "YB, you different" Run down, watch me get to clickin' I start throwin' bullets like a pitcher Lotti, he dead, spin through the Hav (gang) I'm tryna shoot it, aim it at his face Too many opps livin' up, it's a shame Sha Gz got beat, where the fuck was your gang? Two sleez slide up wit' the stick, let it bang (grrah, with the stick, let it bang, like, with the stick, let it-) On court, actin' bad wit' a deucey (deucey) Talkin' hot, you get burned like a loosie After loosie, get schooled wit' this toolie Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie Totin' guns, ain't talkin' Call of Duty (grrah) Wet him up, ain't talkin' no jacuzzi (grrah) Mr. Make-a-movie, leave 'em gooey (grrah, grrah) You gon' hold the stick or you gon' boom it? (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Mad max! Angry! Nine ton hammer! Too much more mass Too much more 愚か need a suppressor 性fall down 妄想 Inner feeling 紳士淑女 Pest control 抑止 Psycho Not divination but imitation じゃなくyour mercy Passion バクシーン Rush Hot emotions Hot love Theory 通り燃やせ Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave.Into the flame Too much more mass Too much more 愚か need a suppressor 性fall down 妄想 Inner feeling 紳士淑女 Pest control 抑止 Psycho Not divination but imitation じゃなくyour mercy Passion バクシーン Rush Hot emotions Hot love Theory 通り燃やせ Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Into the flame Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave Cherish the show Cherish the beach Cherish my soul Cherish the wave.Into the flame Into the flame Into the flame

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