Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thepunisherorhankhill, artist - Auxxk. Date of issue: 18.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thepunisherorhankhill |
| Never been emo, but death in step |
| Power up, natural, I’m feeling like Zach |
| King on a Monday, benevolent no |
| Niggaa be talking, but that’s how i |
| Goes, same niggas talking the first ones to fold |
| But niggas be swearing they heart I so cold, lost out a year and lost a few |
| tears |
| Lost on my sweets, but that’s always my shawdy |
| But fuck it I’m here, was looking at death like niggas what’s good, |
| he got to rollin, ain’t popping no Molly |
| Backwoods he pearling, like fuck it you got it, j |
| Fuck out yo feelings, and quit the bitching |
| Came with the kay, so nigga get dented |
| Ain’t got shoot it, my niggas a peal it |
| Get litty like dk, banana clips pealing |
| Bodies get holie, ain’t speaking on trinity |
| I let you know, you not a friend of me |
| I got above it |
| I really can’t feeling it |
| Bitch I’m a god |
| It’s nothing above this |
| Keep it real simple |
| I’m back wit a vengeance |
| Damn it’s a Nightmare |
| So here come that nhigga |
| Chamber keep spinning |
| When I’m off that spinach |
| Life ain’t no race |
| Ain’t looking to finish |
| Get high wit my niggas |
| Then turn to the menace |
| Keep pushing these limits |
| Quit bluffing and get it |
| Vindictive in practice |
| So fuck all tha yapping |
| Cause We never tapping |
| That seven the faction |
| Been giving you fractions |
| Turtle my collar, cause this was my calling |
| Toned out them voices, and got back to ballin |
| Now it’s lemelo, these jumpers keep falling |
| Thrived off the hate, my number they calling |
| I see that they tired, these numbers keep rolling |
| The syndicate wyling, I feel a take over |
| Embracing my darkness, no longer self-loathing |
| And carry my pistol, I think I’m the chosen |
| No time for a funeral, always on edge |
| Please do not push me, its word to notorious |
| You running we shooting at legs |
| See all that talking done stopped |
| Phonies done dropped off the clock |
| Now I’m just rising like Clark |
| Now they going feel like pac |
| Cause it was never a prop |