Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nutbagg, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Dinner And A Movie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Nutbagg |
I don’t give a fuck about what you think |
I don’t give a fuck about what you feel |
Drop that album I’ma too feel |
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill |
I rock that still, sit in a cage |
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel |
I pop that feel |
Y’all motherfuckers is not that real |
I’m a nutbagg |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me |
I’ma gutbag em up, toe tag em |
Kick like into the drag and don’t act em |
Knife meat; |
put rat poison up in my I.V. |
Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene |
I’m a crime scene maker life taker, |
Take em on a stage and rape em |
No apron, I’ma scrape his face and face Satan |
I’ma take his place and get a Jason |
Mask, better be ready to duck fast, |
Never be ready to face me I cut grass |
Leave em dead I put three in the head |
Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab |
I don’t need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic |
Your bitch get lit, I’m telling you this |
It’s the sickness shit, I’m smelling you this shit |
You get twisted (grrr) |
I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid |
Now my life’s stuck in the cage |
I stayed with the same block in the gage |
My heart’s burning and I’m turning the page |
Anybody that face me I get em flayed |
Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades |
I spit sicker than a bag of aids |
'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!) |
Get sick’d of this, get a butcher knife |
Slit your bitch’s wrists, now you took a life |
And a 56 and a hooker like |
Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight |
I’m 51, 51, 50 |
Don’t get the hong, lick |
You gon' get licked, don’t sit too rich |
Lynch is gon' get it |
Don’t get with this quick |
I spit liquid |
I don’t give a fuck about what you think |
I don’t give a fuck about what you feel |
Drop that album I’ma too feel |
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill |
I rock that still, sit in a cage |
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel |
I pop that feel |
Y’all motherfuckers is not that real |
I’m a nutbagg |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me |
I’ma put average niggas up in the attic |
take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen |
Leaving bodies on medicine after new I’m havin you |
For dinner and a movie after I stab at you |
You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven’t you |
It’s like cocaine so I don’t got an attitude |
Badabim, badabum I’m in your room |
And all I wanna do is sing another tune |
Ring another tool, bring another hookie |
Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us |
Get fucked up with us and don’t fuck with us |
Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit |
Razorblades, today’s the day, cause you paved the way |
For two day to get ate up |
Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up |
Eat his brains and put flames in they guts |
Emriel Lagassi, your posse |
You don’t see what I see you’re not me |
With this shit I’ma get my monoply |
Not even a freight train can stop me |
Not even a straight cane could rock me |
Use weed to maintain a top speed |
Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!) |
I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid |
Now my life’s stuck in the cage |
I stayed with the same block in the gage |
My light’s burning and I’m turning the page |
Anybody that face me I get em flayed |
Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades |
I get sicker than a bag of aids |
'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades |
I don’t give a fuck about what you think |
I don’t give a fuck about what you feel |
Drop that album I’ma too feel |
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill |
I rock that still, sit in a cage |
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel |
I pop that feel |
Y’all motherfuckers is not that real |
I’m a nutbagg |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and |
I don’t give a fuck about how you feel |
About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me |