Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights on da Bucket, artist - Evil Pimp. Album song Gangsta Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2019
Record label: Sun City
Song language: English
Lights on da Bucket |
There’s a lot of niggas with him but I want him, so fuck it |
Creep up on that pussy nigga, hit the lights on the bucket |
It’s time ho, once again |
For catrin, to like do them in |
Could he get another motherfucker to the den |
Come into like poppin' a ten |
Take a nigga to the dark side, get them him from the blind side |
Roll this homicide |
Any mother fucking nigga wanna grow some nuts |
I guarantee you gon' die |
Front a busta, take a bullet from this fucking .44, we gonna make you hit the |
floor |
And a nigga had already learn to stole, is we robbery ho |
Tell ya bustas start praying up to the lord, before I take you in a ditch |
But I dont give a fuck about holy shit |
Cause I be running evilness |
You hear them bodies dragging, as I haul them to the lake |
If you niggas asleep, I creep in, all late, oh it’s gonna be a bad mistake |
When the police come knocking right at your door |
You better cover up your rear |
When they ask you to identify the body |
You can’t hold back them tears |
Destroy them, avoid 'em |
Hit 'em to the skull with the Mossberg pump |
Then I quickly go blow the head right off a chump |
If any nigga try, light stops |
The redruM |
Let you mothafucka’s know the evilness has now begun |
Pulling out the fully loaded gun |
Commit to like hit you with some |
There’s a lot of niggas with him but I want him, so fuck it |
Creep up on that pussy nigga, hit the lights on the bucket |
The devil’s out tonight, hit a motherfucker when I’m running with the plastic |
nine |
Cause I’m quick to go blow in back of your brain |
So, I’m going to tell you one last time |
And I’m haunting but also I’m popping these bullets |
I’ma put it in your ass |
Tell your busta ass niggas, better pick up that cash |
Or you gonna lay up in the grass |
The fucking fragments from the hollows leaving virgins dead |
And haters ain’t cool to be talking that shit, they get a couple in the head |
I’m lurking, I’m scoping victims with the loaded ten |
And the indo I’m puffing, it gives me powers strong as twenty men |
Let me take them to the dead |
I’ll probably run into your carcass, bust a sucka |
Can you handle this |
Cause I’ll turn into Jason, like killers act psycho bitch, don’t get me pissed |
I call upon the Lady Dead to bring that kiss of death |
When you laying down, suffering from fatal wounds |
She gon' take your last breath |
The Krucifix, my fucking clicks too thick, too fucking big |
And these haters that constantly talking that shit, better get up off my dick |
It’s murder, it’s straight up murder when I pop these thangs |
Cause I’m to lazy for a child to even provide his thangs |
There’s a lot of niggas with him but I want him, so fuck it |
Creep up on that pussy nigga, hit the lights on the bucket |