Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rusty Revolvers, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Date of issue: 18.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rusty Revolvers |
| If you don’t fuck with me and don’t fuck with me man yeah |
| Muerte nigga, dead that |
| Come on, yo, yeah, shit |
| I’m a margin shatter 2Pac product |
| Razor Riddick Rusty revolvers partner |
| Don of the State, honor the greats |
| I’ll do your career, broke records in a crate |
| Check me on the interstate in the Great Lakes |
| Catch you with a knife or a line or a tape |
| Superhero no cape |
| Escape with more cake |
| Gloves on both hands that fit like OJ |
| Still you must acquit yards full of Dusty pits |
| Chicken fights, bitches, saggy tits |
| Worn out |
| Torn out the frame like your ex’s picture |
| Freshest mixture |
| When I speak I collect to the riches |
| The kid’s so gifted, it’s 365 Christmas |
| Jones-town is liquids when listening |
| Slave to a plea deal shout out to prison |
| When it rained I thought it was God throwing up liquor |
| Heart turned cold her the block whisper |
| This year you going to be that nigga, nigga |
| Thanks already know that |
| Blowback weed like a smokestack |
| Bird flu of rap still wolf pack |
| Straight out the bush Walt White dough stack |
| Chop Shop no cars |
| A pro at SARS bars |
| Czar cigars silky Cloud superstars |
| Nigguh! |