Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song .44, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song The Mantra, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bizzy Bone
Song language: English
.44 |
| Apparently, there’s an epidemic going on where little girls are getting |
| kidnapped |
| Little girls get thrown in vans |
| Too many rich men are just sickos |
| (Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go) |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door) |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (my door) |
| These bitches scandalous, like fallen angels, just Los Angeles |
| Niggas, they told me that they did you dirty |
| Of course, I could tell it was tampered with (.was tampered with) |
| Little girls get thrown in vans, too many rich men are just sickos |
| Little Eazy watched the doctor, but I’ma blame the black widow |
| Look thru the eyes, if that’s my window, it hits me like White Willow |
| What happened to smoking indo back in the days when shit was simple? |
| You got social media nymphos, change they name when it might be kinfolk |
| And I’m on game and I got that sim code |
| «How to survive when I’m in South Central» |
| Nobody talks about survival, nobody talks about the Bible |
| Gotta put life inside this sculpture, nobody worshipping the idols (worshipping |
| the idols) |
| Nobody talks about the Bible |
| Gotta put life inside this sculpture, nobody worshipping the idols |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door) |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (my door) |
| Why do you think so deep? |
| It’s no remorse, the simple cause |
| Never fall off when you famous |
| Cleveland Indians thuggish ruggish up off the porch |
| Little E can test the Bone’s gangsta, bring that street shit |
| The government’s getting younger, we’re in Amerikkka, please don’t sleep, bitch |
| I live by the words I speak, I ain’t tryna teach shit, eat dick |
| I’m focused on these computers, nigga been up for days, sleepless |
| Better watch out who you sleep with, creep with, eat with (eat with) |
| Even family turning against you, life ain’t sweet, bitch, peep this |
| Co-Vid, cover your face, you’re wide open, this shit is over |
| Nigga, don’t panic to the Corona in the corner, yousa goner, goner |
| Co-Vid, cover your face, you’re wide open, this shit is over |
| Nigga, don’t panic to the Corona in the corner, yousa goner, goner |
| (Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload) |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door) |
| Low and behold, if they get me, don’t go |
| Please, forgive me, you hear me? |
| When we hit him, unload |
| Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44 |
| My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (…at my door, my door, my door) |