Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Execution Style , by - Jae Millz. Release date: 01.01.2012
Song language: English
Execution Style |
| Hey, yo i don’t give a fuck who with em |
| I want em all dead |
| Let the mack eleven conversate with his forhead |
| I wanna see your thoughs splattas |
| Bitch i put this uzi in ya mouth |
| And squeeze the trigga like a fat ass |
| Shoot em in the fucking face |
| Chainsaw em down |
| Streets tell em what it is |
| «execution style» |
| Layin chest down, Broke his arms |
| Get his dome too |
| Guess i’ll see ya next life time like «buy-do» |
| I decorate your fucking outfit with red dots |
| No photographers in here |
| But we specilize in Head shots |
| Jae won’t miss ya |
| Mister i’m like adolf hitler |
| Nigga i’ll shindler’s list ya |
| Goodnight i’ll let the AK long kiss ya |
| Muder all ya loved ones but no one will miss ya |
| 'course i got mudder money |
| Like we’re sellin blanco |
| Lay a nigga down pronto, execution style |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow it loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |
| 2 clickers pointed at cha 6 pack |
| Click, clack |
| Turn this motha fucka to a rib shack |
| Exit wounds to the back of ya head |
| Put the pillow on the barrel |
| Catch you nappin in bed |
| Execution is no resolution |
| 21 gun salute, revolution |
| I could getcha brains for the low |
| Like i got it from a booster |
| You pussy in the gun, gonna douche ya |
| Catch you waking up while you yawning |
| The nine with the beam |
| Rise and shine, goodmornin |
| Spaghetti on ya garments |
| Pasta your posture |
| Cook em like a foreman |
| Crack em like a lobster |
| Pop star, mop em |
| Stand on top of em |
| Point blank range till ya not |
| Then i pop em |
| Rock em, drop em |
| Two hallow tips to ya noggin |
| Kill em execution style |
| Nigga no problem |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow it loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |
| Somebody, Nobody, Yo Buddy |
| Nail your head with nobody |
| Oh I didn’t wanna step to me |
| I’m from the home of the steppers |
| And no one take time out |
| I’m like new orleans like weather |
| Every so devious, mean and mischievous |
| We all gotta eat |
| And im the mothafuckin' greediest |
| Check my previous, im the hardest |
| They the easiest |
| They wanna know what Weezy is |
| And what kinda disease he is |
| I can’t be cured, ya can’t cure |
| Gotta scope and a red beam for when i ain’t sure |
| Peek-a-boo muthafuka i see ya |
| You a pussy |
| And i would love to be gonneria |
| Straight run up in your casa tie up mama-mia |
| Let her getchu on the phone |
| Gun will hurt of the ear |
| I ain’t playing right now |
| No not right now |
| I’ll shot you in your muthafukin smile |
| Hahaha |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |
| I ain’t grow em soft |
| I grow it loud |
| Neva gave a fuck, and i don’t give a fuck now |
| Bitch nigga play me wrong |
| And ima shoot em down |
| Kill his whole motha fucking family |
| Execution style |