Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stroke of Death, artist - Solomon Childs.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stroke of Death |
Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid |
'89 stick-up kid, King of New York |
Regulation party, daddy hard-body |
Rowdy Brighton God-body |
Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop |
Top of the world, get it rizzight |
Dick to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice |
Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice |
This is real lizzife, ain’t nothin sweet, God |
Sit down and think it through, God, God |
'Cause coming all outta ya face’ll get ya clap, God |
You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele |
Step in to the party, it’s me |
God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that shotty |
Dust and Alizé, three-quarter Timbs |
Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope |
Dookied on the globe |
Thank God for my Wallabee shoe, it done saved me |
Up three-nothing and Salt Lake City |
Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em |
Broccoli blown, illa disease breathe, elephant skin |
Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon |
Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon |
Bitches think that I’m Dominican, slaf-hash Indian |
Milk on my mustache, drop to my chinny-chin |
Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals |
White man scream, «Swim, Starks' sharks» |
Smack the jail bail bondsman, strength of eighteen Bronzemen |
Tall like Karl Malone «Mailman,» frame of Larry Johnson |
Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe’s |
Old Suzanna ho, pussy sweet, banana flow |
David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate |
Bones splittin' fatal Wu sword style, amputate |
Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks |
Our cash high price stock, our logo’s on your rice box |
Plus your dice box on the side upon your white socks |
Bobby got the mic cocked, buck-buck, nice shot |